All Chapters of Torn Between Two Mafia: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Jenny found herself on her hands and knees, scrubbing a particularly stubborn sticky spot on the floor behind the bar. It appeared that someone had dripped a mixer there ages ago and left it to settle, turning it into an unwelcome, permanent blemish. She scrubbed until her shoulder throbbed and her arm felt numb, but her determination only sharpened. All she could think about was getting that spot off the floor.Though she was bent over with her backside in the air, Jenny didn't have to worry about unwanted stares or lewd comments from the men in the bar. For one, most tended to leave her alone, and for another, the place was emptier than she'd ever seen it. Aside from a solitary elderly man sitting across the room, the bar was vacant.After what felt like an eternity of scrubbing, she finally struggled to her feet and glanced over at Malia, who was leaning against the counter, scrolling through her phone. Although Jenny owned a phone, it was only for contacting Julius or other member

Jenny stared at her in disbelief, her thoughts of learning more about Alexander momentarily forgotten as the revelation of Malia and Dolf's relationship sank in. Malia chuckled almost maniacally at the expression on Jenny's face."I... I had no idea," Jenny stammered, baffled by how she could have overlooked the romantic connection between them. They spent so much time together at the bar, but their expressions were often so stiff and angry that she hadn't imagined they could be affectionate with anyone, let alone each other. She puzzled over whether her failure to notice the signs was a reflection of her less-than-stellar espionage skills.Malia's previous remarks set in, prompting Jenny to shake her head and raise a hand. Although Malia had been somewhat distant at first, Jenny had experienced her kindness in small ways since she began working at the bar—offering lotion, reminding her to wear gloves, assisting with closing duties, and even suggesting she leave early for an extra hou

Jenny blinked in surprise; it was clear that he and Malia shared a family resemblance. If they were cousins, it made her wonder if that was why Dolf had been present when they rescued her from the Blades. She mentally filed this information away to share with Julius later, uncertain how relevant it might truly be."Tell you what?" Malia asked, her tone more critical now as she crossed her arms and leaned away from him, shaking her head while studying his face and wounds. She looked like a concerned yet annoyed mother, torn between sympathy and frustration."You didn't tell me there's a new chick," he teased, waggling his eyebrows at her while Jenny packed the wound and wiped away the excess disinfectant. Malia lightly slapped his uninjured shoulder, deliberately avoiding looking at Jenny. "How could you keep such a big secret from me? You know I would come in here more often if I knew there was some fresh blood.""Just imagine there isn't," Malia replied, reaching into her purse to re

Alexander takes a deep breath, holding the smoke in his lungs for a moment before exhaling it in front of him. The wide windows at the back of his office provide the perfect view for smoking, and after the night they've had, he feels he has earned this small indulgence. The sun begins to peek over the horizon, and he senses the creeping allure of sleep tugging at the edges of his consciousness.These cigars were a gift from Lemuel, and while his taste might be questionable in other matters, these cigars are exceptional. They are smoky yet rich, reminiscent of a meticulously brewed cup of coffee. He takes another puff, mindful that if his mother could see him now, she would launch into a lecture about the risks of lung cancer. He'd retort by emphasizing the importance of enjoying life's little luxuries after a hard day, and she would respond with a reminder about the merits of a good glass of wine.Suddenly, something shifts in the reflection, causing him to stiffen as he notices movem

"I spoke with a neighbor who mentioned that she tends to keep to herself, but occasionally, she will collect their mail when conditions outside become too slippery for them," Alexander says."That's heartwarming," Dolf replies, rolling his eyes and tucking his chin into his coat. The moon hangs high in the sky, casting a clear light over the landscape. As they reach the edge of the garden, allowing a view of the city, Alexander closes his eyes momentarily."The neighborhood where she lives is middle-class, possibly a bit lower. However, it's relatively safe. It seems like an odd place for someone in her situation, and if she's lying about the woman being on vacation, I have to wonder about her motives.""Because she's an enemy spy," Dolf responds flatly, his expression unchanging."Sure," Alexander replies, nodding as he surveys the glittering city lights. "But perhaps it's so that we'll think someone is aware of her presence. Someone will come back to that place and notice she's miss