His Bride: Being the mafia’s princess

By this time, Lillian’s tears were falling freely, and her hand covered her mouth. Hearing Don’s story brought countless tears to her eyes that she didn’t realize they were falling.

She sniffled as she wiped them off, trying to act strong. What good was it if she couldn’t comfort him at this crucial moment?

“My mother was the only hope I had, but she was crushed in just a few minutes, right in front of my eyes. She always comforted me with a kiss but since she died, kissing any lady brought back memories that I tried to seal years back, which was why I avoided it in all possible ways that I could.” He smiled through his tears.

Lillian had never seen him like this, and it only broke her to realize she brought back some painful memories. If only she hadn’t kissed him that day……

Her heart shattered as she raised his head and began to wipe the few tear drops on his face.

“You didn’t kill any of them. Your father deserved what he got and as for your mother, I’m sure she is happy wherever she is, her little son has become such a handsome and strong man. So, you shouldn’t feel guilty of anything.” Lillian’s tears were beginning to fall again, and she couldn’t help it.

“I also try to console myself with a few words, but each time I remember I’m the reason Bella doesn’t have a complete family……..” He paused and lowered his head again.

“Bella isn’t complaining. You see, your sister is stronger than you think. I’ve never seen anyone like her before. She loves you so much that she always wants nothing but the best for you.” Lillian sniffled and chuckled, “Oh my goodness, I’m sorry. I should be consoling you, but here I am, shedding tears.”

Don lifted his head as he stared at the lady in front of him. He had never opened this much to any lady before, but doing it with Lillian was beginning to amuse him.

Staring at her wiping her tears stirred a few reactions in him, including down there. That was when he realized she was sitting on his groin.

Lillian didn’t seem to notice this until she felt something poke her from underneath. She froze when it became even stronger and gasped out before trying to stand up, but he pulled her back.

“You’ve just woken another part of me.” He whispered into her ears seductively.

She shot him a quick glance with shock written over her face, “You made me sit here in the first place.” She stuttered, no matter how she tried not to.

Don remained silent for a while but continued to snuggle his lips into her neck.

“Earlier, you praised me for being strong. Why don’t I show you how strong I am?” He mumbled to her hearing.

Her eyes widened as she almost smiled but decided against it. He was slowly leading her to his trap, and she was beginning to fall.

“Not that kind of strong.” She shook her head with a plain expression, but it didn’t last as his cold tongue came in contact with her ear and her body vibrated involuntarily.

“But this is the kind of strong I mean. Why don’t you want me to? We’re married.” He continued to tease her with his tongue, at the same time, snuggling her closer to him.

Not like Lillian didn’t want to, in fact, her body had already given in. But she was just scared of the pains she witnessed the first time.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you and make sure you enjoy yourself as well.” He didn’t wait for her to reply until he flipped her to the bed and climbed on top of her.

Her body movements had given him the answers he wanted, and therefore he needed no soothsayer to tell him otherwise.

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*IN AMERICA*

Brandon was pacing to and fro in the room with a bottle of alcohol in his hand. He was feeling scared, useless and most especially, angry.

Don had done enough to him, not only did he burn down his business house, but he also killed some of his men.

To make matters worst, the foreigner whom he sent to destroy Don completely was now held hostage, then his boss was threatening him send back his goon in one piece.

The Mafia world was dangerous enough, that whosoever that wasn’t strong, would not fit in. Having two dangerous lords on his tail wasn’t a part of his plans.

He only wanted to get Don off being a part of the upcoming contest for a new leader since, Sir Antonio, was dead. But it seemed like he was the one who would get off.

Everything was just not happening in his favor, even Clarissa was nowhere to be found, but that was the least of his worries then.

The boys in the room with him were also as vigilant as ever. Everyone knew what happens when their boss was looking this furious. It was either their suffering goes for it or one of them does.

Suddenly, Brandon turned towards their direction with a deep frown.

“Put a call across Nicolas now.”

The boys didn’t hesitate as one of them rushed to follow the order.

No one answered the call until the fourth ring, which only angered Brandon more. “What took you so long to answer my call?”

“I didn’t know what to say to you.” The cold voice came over from the other end, and Brandon just chuckled, though angrily.

“I want you to do something, so let’s meet.”

“Well, I’m sorry, but I can’t and I won’t. My reputation is already at stake as it is, and helping you again would definitely do me no good, so I’ll pass.” Then the line went dead.

Nicolas just hung the call up.

Brandon’s teeth ground against another as his hands clenched into a fist before he yelled, “Damn you, Nicolas!!!” He threw his phone hard against the wall as he fumed.

Once again, his plan had just crumbled in front of him.