All Chapters of The Mafia's Hidden Obsession : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ZAVERIO’S POV“Yesterday we got attacked by two men from Don Favelo’s gang, Von got shot four times in the abdomen, and another grazed his skull.” I addressed my men, letting my words sink in. “He is currently at Dr. Hassan’s; I want five men who will volunteer to stand guard.”More than five hands went up and my heart swelled with pride. “I’ll choose from all of you later, tonight is a night for another agenda. I want Don Favelo to understand he messed with the wrong person.”They all yelled, banging their fists on whatever they could get their hands on. “We will go to war tonight, but I cannot guarantee the safety of anyone. I’d rather you got caught by the police than caught a bullet that killed you.”“Anywhere you go we go boss.” One of the recruits yelled, inciting the others. The recruits were more eager than others to head into war. There were no war virgins in my gang. Everyone standing before me had taken a life, intentionally or otherwise.“Alvaro will be joining us, he is a

ZAVERIO’S POV“My coffee is cold.” Dr. Hassan grumbled, looking at me over his glasses. “You should treat me right because of my age, boy; nobody wants cold snacks or cold coffee.”“You live in the middle of nowhere Dr. Hassan, I can’t bring in anything hot for you. Have you considered living close by like a normal human being? What if there’s an emergency and I need to get to you?”He licked the sugar dusting his fingers, “The only emergency knocking on my door is you or one of your boys. How about you stay away from bullets? Nobody is going to come out here to shoot me.”“Not even your ex-wife?” I smiled, remembering the robust woman who had died a few years back. Everyone thought Dr. Hassan would close down his practice, but he buried his grief and pushed on. He had our unwavering loyalty for that.“Aliya is the only woman I know who would shoot herself in the foot if she held a gun.” Dr. Hassan’s face lifted when he smiled, showing the rugged handsomeness he had in his younger day

ALMA’S POVI rested my head on the cool tile in the bathroom. My vision was spinning and I had just finished puking my guts into the toilet bowl. I felt another rumble in my stomach and managed to push myself up in time to reach the toilet once more.“You look like shit.”“You don’t say.” My voice was weak, but I smiled at Nadine standing by the door. “I won’t be late today I promise. The morning sickness isn’t tiring me out much anymore.”“I can handle the task master if any questions come up, but I’m worried about how long you can keep up this secret.” Nadine handed me a towel she’d held under running water.“I have never been pregnant, and I haven’t had any pregnant friends, but I know the morning sickness is just the beginning. What happens when you start to show?”“I’ll start worrying about that when I’m four or five months pregnant. Right now, I am fighting to keep my internal organs in their rightful position, and trust me it’s a struggle.”“I saw that you rotated out of the ki

Zaverio's PovI stared dispassionately at the woman on top of me. Her big breasts were everywhere, and she held a hand over them to keep them in place. Her head was thrown back in what I assumed to be pleasure, but I wasn’t paying attention.She was one of the many women I had picked from the club recently, and brought back to the house. They loved the thrill of the night, the chase, the alcohol and mind blowing sex on their end.Von had said nothing to me since I began my sexual rampage, and the distance he put between us hurt, but I was back in a dark place. All I knew was sex, alcohol and cigarettes.Her pussy squeezed around my dick indicating she was about to cum, and I snapped back to reality, flexing my hips in a certain way until I threw my head back in pleasure, pouring my seed into her while she milked me dry.“Wow! That was amazing,” She said, pushing her wet bangs away from her eyes. “I need to pee then I’ll be solid enough for round two. Can you show me the bathroom?” I

ZAVERIO’S POVVon was seated in my office in a suit, which was surprising since he hated wearing them. He swore he’d never be caught dead in a suit, until the day he got married and his wife swore to shoot him if he showed up in jeans or sneakers.“You cleaned up nice.” I looked down at my open shirt and shorts. “I didn’t know it was that kind of meeting–to be honest, I forgot it was today.”“I thought as much.” Von nodded at me. “It has always been a rule after I got comfortable with suits that we wore them for serious meetings.”“I didn’t wear one, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a spare. I’ll be right back.” I walked into the room I had installed in my office, pulling out one of the suits I hadn’t used yet.My back had never appreciated the makings of a chair, unlike my father who could sleep standing. I had the room attached for relaxation, and sometimes escape.Von was pouring himself a drink when I returned, and I shook my head in refusal when he held up a glass. “I don’t fee