All Chapters of Torn Between Two Mafia: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Alexander observes her with acute attention, unable to detect a hint of dishonesty. She has settled into the seat across from him, leaning forward with eagerness, her fingers intertwined and her shoulders angled towards him. Today, her hair hangs straight, cascading past her shoulders in a soft manner."We typically start our new members at $300,000 per year," he states, watching as her eyes widen in shock. Her complexion pales, and her fingers relax against the table. If he weren't committed to maintaining a serious demeanor, he might find amusement in the swift transformation of her expression."That's..." she begins, her gaze glazed as she continues to stare at him."Remember," he interjects, extending his hands with palms facing up, "we take care of our own. I fully understand the risks involved in working for a group like this. It's not your average bartending job, and your compensation should accurately reflect that. Also, keep in mind that this is a start

Rising from the table, she tossed the uneaten noodles into the trash, grabbed her phone, and headed to the bedroom. It was dark, and the bed wasn't as comfortable as her own, but it already felt like a safer haven, allowing her to drift off to sleep almost instantly.However, tonight was different; she crawled into bed with the phone cradled against her ear, her thoughts wandering, keeping her awake. Alexander was a good leader, evident in the way Dolf and Lemuel respected and guarded him. But there was something more than that, an inexplicable quality about Alexander that had captivated her since the very first day they met.He is tall, at least a full foot taller than Jenny, with broad shoulders and a well-defined chest. She is certain that beneath his fitted shirts lies an abdomen chiseled by regular workouts. She trails her fingers along the edge of the pillow beside her, imagining what he looks like beneath those clothes.Jenny recalls his voice—the w

"What on earth is going on here?" Rolf asked as he walked into the bar. Sunlight streamed through the open windows while Jenny and Malia carried equipment to the small, elevated platform in the corner. Malia set down a speaker and wiped her hands on her shirt, rolling her eyes at Rolf."Someone is fixated on the idea of holding a karaoke night, despite my attempts to convince her it won't go over well," Malia explained."What do you mean?" Jenny asked, sitting on the ground and fiddling with two pieces of a microphone stand, trying to fit them together. "I think it's going to be a hit!"When the bar fell into an awkward silence, Jenny glanced up, half-expecting to see Rolf and Malia engaged in a passionate kiss. Instead, they were both staring at her as if she'd sprouted a second head."What?" she asked, redirecting her attention to the two metal rods in her hands. She attempted to join them again, but it didn't work. Letting out a grunt, she pushed her h

He looks up at her with a tired grin, lazily catching her hand and placing a kiss on the back of it. She notices Alexander's eyes narrow at the gesture; despite offering her an official position, it's clear he doesn't fully trust her yet, wary of any closeness between her and the members of the Wolves.Dolf already shoots her daggers whenever she shares a laugh with Malia, as though he believes her only intent is to manipulate Malia and take her candy."Don't mind him," Malia said one night, catching Jenny's glance at Dolf's glaring expression."Oh," Jenny replied, attempting to brush off the concern. They were engrossed in an elaborate card game that Malia had invented while the men discussed in hushed tones at the other end of the bar. "He's not doing anything. I was just curious about what they were talking about."Malia glanced skeptically at Jenny from beneath her brows. "First of all," she began, "you and I both know that whatever they're discussing

Realizing she had splattered some on Alexander, she quickly tried to dab it off his forearm. He gently grasped her hand, meeting her eyes as he took the napkin from her. He swiped it over his arm and then balled it up in his fist. Jenny couldn't help but watch as he let the napkin fall to the table and wrapped his fingers around his glass."Maybe Old Fashioneds aren't your thing," Alexander said softly, so that only she could hear him. A shiver ran up her spine at the unintentional implication of his words. "Perhaps you should try a whiskey neat instead.""I'm telling you," Dolf insisted, leaning forward and sloshing his drink everywhere. "Mexico is the most beautiful country on earth. You'll see when you go there.""False," Lemuel countered, shaking his head so vigorously that Jenny felt a little nauseous just watching him. "Hawaii is the most beautiful place." He turned to her, his eyes filled with enthusiasm. "I'll take you there, Georgina. Want to come on va