All Chapters of The Mafia King's Doll : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter 33Franco“He was last seen in Seattle,” Paulie informs me.An icy sensation ripples through my body, and I turn to Marcello and order, “Get men to Samantha’s apartment. I want her watched twenty-four- seven!”“On it, boss,” he says before hurrying out of the living room. I turn my attention back to Paulie. “Anything else?”He shakes his head. “I have men watching all the main airports.” Letting out an angry huff, I pull my phone out of my pocket and dialSamantha’s number. When she doesn’t answer, and the call goes to voicemail, I say, “I’m coming over.”Just as I walk to the sliding doors, the doorbell starts ringing incessantly.“Jesus Christ,” I mutter before I bark, “Will someone get the fucking door!”“I’ll check who it is.” Milo walks out of the living room, and seconds later, I hear him shout, “Boss! Come quickly!”I rush to the foyer and see Samantha falling into my house. She scrambles to her feet and moves away from Milo and the guards stationed at the door.Her eye

Chapter 35FrancoMaking my woman orgasm creates an inferno of need in me.When Samantha recovers from the pleasure, I smirk with pride.“Jesus,” she breathes, her hand brushing over my shoulder and down my bicep. “That’s new.”“You’ve never orgasmed from having your breasts played with?” A smile curves her lips. “I didn’t know it was a possibility.”“Now you know,” I chuckle as I reach for her panties and pull them down her legs. “Move further up the bed, baby.”She does as she’s told while my eyes feast on every inch of her. I’ve seen works of art but nothing compares to Samantha.I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers, and as I tug the fabric down, her eyes lock on my painfully hard cock.When I crawl over Samantha, she wraps her fingers around my cock and swipes her thumb over the precum.“You’re big,” she murmurs before stroking me.It feels so fucking good having her fist around my cock that I groan, “Christ.”“Move higher,” she orders. “I want to taste you.”The corne

Chapter 37FrancoTaking the stairs down to the foyer, I head into the living room, where I find Milo playing a game on his phone.“Samantha is in the main bedroom. No one but you can go up to the third floor,” I order.“Got it.”“If she needs something, she’ll message me, and I’ll let you know. Just leave it outside the bedroom door and knock so she knows it’s there.”Milo nods, then asks, “Are you going to deal with the doctor?” “Yes. Marcello will be with me.”He gets up and goes to sit on a different couch that gives him a view of the stairs.I leave the living room through the sliding doors, and finding Marcello sitting on a chair out on the veranda, I say, “Let’s go.”He darts up and falls in beside me as we head toward the guesthouse.As soon as I walk inside, my men straighten up.Taking the steps down to the bulletproof door, I place my hand over the biometric scanner. The heavy door unlocks, and Marcello pushes it open.Stepping into my armory, I stalk past the cabinets hold

Chapter 39FrancoI might not have gotten much sleep, but I feel more rested than I have in a long time.Where there was a hollow emptiness in my chest, it’s now brimming with love and happiness.Samantha is imprinted in every fiber of my being.When I walk out of the closet, dressed in a suit, I find my woman sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at her bare legs.She glances up, and a smile tugs at her mouth as she takes in my suit. “You look handsome.”I grip her chin between my pointer finger and thumb, and nudging her face up, I press a kiss to her lips. “Thank you, baby.”When I pull away, she pouts at me. “Feed me. I’m hungry.”I glance at my dress shirt she’s wearing, and the thought of my men seeing her like this fills me with jealousy.But I can’t keep her locked in my room. We need to get some clothes from her apartment.I stalk back into my closet and finding a pair of sweatpants, I take them to her.“Stand up,” I order as I go down on one knee.She obeys and places h

Chapter 41FrancoWhen Renzo and the others follow me into the room, Miro’s eyes dart between us from where he’s tied to a chair.With Samantha back at the office, I had the guys come over so we could put our plan in motion.“I can see why he isn’t the head of the Slovak mafia,” Angelo mutters. “Why did he piss himself?”Miro might be older than Ivan, but he doesn’t have the balls to run a criminal organization.I let out a sigh. “Because he’s shit scared.”“We didn’t even slap him around,” Renzo mutters. “Let’s do this,” Damiano orders.I hold out my hand, and Marcello passes me Miro’s phone. When I move closer to Miro, he starts to breathe faster, his eyes growing wide with fear.“What’s the password for your phone?” I ask.“T-three, nine, f-five, five, t-t-two,” he stammers.I unlock the device, and checking the contacts, I find Ivan’s number and press dial.I put the call on speakerphone as I move to stand behind Miro. “Bál som sa!” Ivan snaps.“Your brother is a little preoccupie