His Bride: Being the mafia’s princess

He grinned to himself, seeing he had already gotten her where he wanted.

Slowly, he slid his hand into her bra, pinching her nipple and she let out yet another moan which sounded like a melodic song to his ears. Her eyes were shut close as she felt greatly immersed in all pleasure.

Gradually, he walked her to the mattress, where she was already looking weakened in his arms. He got on top of her and began to eat into the hollow of her neck while tracing his hands into her panties.

He took his lips to hers in a kiss to subdue the moans coming from her effortlessly.

Even if he so badly wanted to let Don know what he was doing to his so-called girlfriend right now, he still couldn’t afford to let anybody ruin the fun he was having at the moment.

Suddenly, she pushed him off her and ran into the restroom. Klaus sat up in shock as his brows etched into total confusion. He gaped at the restroom door that she just hopped into while sitting, confused about what might have happened.

She came out seconds later, looking so fragile and perturbed.

“I have to go.” She mumbled almost inaudibly.

“But we just started, you can’t possibly leave me hanging.” He complained, crawling out of the bed as he walked up to her.

“I can’t do this, Klaus.” She disagreed, pushing off his hand before walking out of the room.

She stopped walking abruptly when she saw Lillian coming her way. Lillian also halted in her steps as she gazed at her from head to toe, then back to the head.

They stared at each other for a while until Eva decided to break it. Without a word being said, she scurried away.

Lillian turned slightly to stare at her retreating figure as she felt amused at the attitude of hers, which she found strange.

Besides, why was she looking all disorganized?

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“Any news yet?” Fred asked with his hand on his waist.

“We haven’t gotten a clue yet.” The other person replied on the phone.

“And what is that supposed to mean? I pay you damn well to get that bastard.” He yelled at the phone.

“We’re sorry, boss, but we’re trying our very best to find him, and we’ll inform you as soon as we do.” The person replied.

“I know, right?” He mocked with a sardonic smile, but his expression changed instantly to anger.

“But it seems like you aren’t even making attempts!” He half yelled, running his hand through his hair. It was obvious he was frustrated.

“Just make sure to find Mark in all possible ways you can get, and do that very soon.” He fired and hung up without letting the other person speak.

“Goodness!” He muttered, tossing his phone to his desk.

“Why are you looking so disturbed?” His mum said behind him as she remained standing at the door.

He turned to her immediately in shock with his brows raised in surprise.

“What are you doing here, Mom?” He asked with a shocked expression.

“Am I no longer welcome in my son’s office?” She asked, still at the door.

“Not that….” He trailed off, sucking in his breath.

“It’s just that you didn’t tell me you were coming.” He explained, nodding slightly in a sigh.

“I prepared your favorite at home, so I thought I could come over to give it to you, as you might not have had your lunch yet.” She said, stepping away from the door as she made her way towards him and that was when he noticed the box with her.

She dropped it on the table and opened it as she brought out the dishes inside.

“You haven’t answered my question, though.” She reminded, glancing at him.

“Which was?” He asked, lifting an eyebrow.

His mother paused what she was doing and turned to glance at him, saying, “Why were you looking so disturbed?”

“Oh!” He muttered in understanding.

“It was nothing of much importance.” He added, walking back to his seat.

“It wasn’t relevant yet you looked so unsettled when I walked in.” She uttered, going back to setting out the dish and he sighed.

“Like I said, Mom, it was nothing important.” He said with another low sigh.

“This smells so good, I bet it will taste so much like it looks.” He voiced again, diverting the discussion and his mom smiled.

“You know your mother already, now come on and have a taste, then I can finally accept the praises.” She said with a smile.

He stood up and made his way towards her as he sat on the couch, exactly facing the different dishes on the table.

“Gosh, I’m salivating already.” He said as he started eating.

“I know right?” She chuckled lightly as she also sat next to him.

“Join me, Mom.” He said, glancing at her.

“C’mon, I had mine at home, so I’m full.” His Mom stated, and he nodded lightly as he continued eating.

“You must be enjoying the meal.” She said with a light smile.

“Of course Mom.” He replied, glancing at her.

“I’ll like to ask you a question, though.” She voiced out of the blue.

“Alright Mom, go on.” He said, still stuffing food into his mouth.

“Why is Mark wanted by you? I thought he was your friend.” She stated, and he paused for a while.

He chewed on the remains of the food in his mouth slowly and glanced at his Mom, whose eyes were fixed on him, waiting for his response.

“Well Mom, there’s nothing.” He replied with a shrug.

“I know you well, too well, son. Right from when I walked through that door, I knew something was bothering you. Besides, I heard it myself. You said he should be looked for, and you sounded urgent.” She explained, rendering her son speechless.

“You can tell me what’s bothering you, and I’ll be willing to help.” She offered again.

“Well, Mom, that bastard needs to pay. He dared betray me.” He blurted out, tossing the spoon aside into his plate. It seemed like he had lost his appetite.

“What happened?” She asked, adjusting herself on the seat.

Fred let out a sigh as he rested back on the couch, placing his two hands to rest on his thighs.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Could you believe he had the guts to kidnap my sister?” He ranted out like he was talking to a stranger.

“Wait, you mean he kidnapped Lillian? My daughter?” She asked like she didn’t hear what he said in the first time.

“Yes Mom, he had such nerves to have done that.” He exclaimed, looking distressed.

“Wait, where is she now? How is she doing?” She threw questions at him, seeming alerted to what she heard.

“She is doing good now, and currently she is at her husband’s house,” Fred replied, and his Mom heaved a sigh of relief.

“Thank goodness! Is she fine?” Worry was apparent in her voice as she spoke.

“Yes.” He replied simply as he resumed eating his meal.

He raised his gaze to glance at her, and he could swear she was already in thoughts.

“You have nothing to worry about, she is fine and doing well in her husband’s house.” He spoke out, nudging her elbows slightly.

“Alright.” She mumbled in a nod and he heaved a sigh.

As much as he would love to tell her that Lillian knows the whole truth, he couldn’t, seeing how she had suddenly gotten preoccupied with thoughts just now.

He decided to move the discussion to another day.