All Chapters of The Mafia Boss’s Mute Bride: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ALEKSEI I crossed the threshold, ambling to her side as she stared at herself in the mirror. It was like the outside world or her immediate surroundings ceased to exist to her. A better man would have let her slowly come to terms with things on her own, but I wasn't a better man. Hell, I wasn't even remotely a good man. I wanted to pick and prod at her brain, know what made her tick, from her fears to what made her gift the world with her rare genuine smiles. Everything. I slid behind her, my hand falling on her hip to get her attention. "Ariana." Her clouded gaze met mine in the mirror. She was staring at me, but at the same time, it was as though she was staring right through me. The emptiness in her eyes unsettled me. It was a scary look on her, one I hated with my entire being. It brought unsavory memories from my childhood; memories I kept buried in the recess of my mind. That explained why the emptiness in her eyes had stirred

ARIANA "THEY'RE HERE!" I shoved my feet into my fur slippers as quickly as I could, turning to face Maebeth. "I can't wait to surprise them." Her eyes crinkled as she smiled at me. "I'm sure they'll be just as ecstatic as everyone else who has heard the news. Drea's reaction was rather passionate." And by that she meant Drea screaming her lungs out for three minutes straight like she was possessed. I had to pull the phone away from my ear to protect my ears, and even then, I could still hear her. She was that loud. I laughed, linking my arm through hers, and leading her into the hall. "I didn't know you paid attention to us while we rambled." Her smile only broadened. "Of course, I did. It gladdens my heart to see you happy. Plus, you and Aleksei are getting along now." Speaking of... "Where's Aleksei and Mikhail? I haven't seen them since we arrived." "Mikhail left on his bike an hour ago. As for Aleksei, he should be here somewhere. He hasn't left the... speak of the devil.

ARIANA I watched as Ma, Matteo, and Giselle trickled out of the house one by one after saying their final goodbyes, leaving Nicholas and Orion behind. The latter was looking around the foyer like he was searching for something while Nicholas' knowing silver eyes honed in on my body language. "Hm," was all he said, but the word held so much weight behind it, it unnerved me. "What is he looking for?" I asked, directing his attention to his son glued to his long legs. His brows furrowed. "The dog. He wants the Samoyed." I laughed. "You're rich enough to get him one, aren't you? Buy him one." He shook his head like I didn't understand him. "As if it could ever be about the money. I don't like dogs. Big ones, especially." "Oh. You can get him a smaller breed. A Pomeranian, maybe? They're cute and tiny." "I'll think about it," he reluctantly conceded. I crouched in front of the three-year-old, smiling widely at him. "In the meantime, you can come over anytime you want. I'm sure Mi

ALEKSEI It didn't end there. Sometimes, she'd make me steal some of his worn clothes that held his cologne, so she could reminisce on the good old days when she still had my father's attention. It was disgusting, but at the same time, it made my stay at her place for the weekend more bearable. If she had something that reminded her of him to pore over, she left me alone, and at the same time, Mikhail could enjoy his weekend peacefully; not that she ever hurt him. There was hell to pay when I stopped bringing her those little things, but I'd gotten big fast and she couldn't hit me anymore. It was one of the few things I was grateful I got from my father - his height and imposing stature. "Can I just say I don't get the hype about your father? I don't think he's worth all that effort. Sending your little son to take pictures of his father like a creep?" Her nose turned up with disgust. "Yeah, he's definitely not worth it," she mumbled to herself. Of course, she'd use this as an op

ARIANA Thirty minutes later, I'd already learned there was morning sex, goodbye sex, loud sex, hate sex, make-up sex, angry sex, and rough sex. I didn't particularly see the difference between the last two, but Drea and Michael argued they were two different things, and I wasn't about to get into an argument with them over something they were this 'passionate' about. "And for the final one." I blanched at Michael. "There's more?" Drea winked in reply. "We saved the best for last." I sighed knowing they wouldn't rest if we didn't get this out of the way. "Go on." "Slow sex," Michael announced. "It's been coined making love by people and it's serious." Well, color me intrigued. "Serious, how?" "It's usually done between people who are in love; say a husband and a wife. It feels raw and deep, like they're slowly stripping layers of your skin off with each slow thrust as they stare deep into your eyes. People argue there's usually a connection there, you know?" "We're gonna ignor