Mafia Princess (Royal Mafia Book 1) by Bella J

Author:Bella J. [J., Bella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Crave Publishing LLC
Published: 2018-05-07T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 15

LORIK

Sitting at the dinner table with my parents, one would never guess I had been at a gruesome murder scene just that morning. The reason I was currently picking at my food wasn’t because of the images of Gio’s brain splattered all over the green garbage bin behind him. It was partly because of a certain Italian woman who somehow managed to engrave herself in my fucking cerebral cortex.

And then there was the fact that her family was now linked to Gio’s murder. The wolf symbol carved on Gio’s chest looked exactly like the tattoos all the Valenti men sported on their hands. Coincidence? I think not.

“Lorik, stop picking at your food.”

I glanced up at my mother while she scowled at me. Even though I was a grown-ass man, she still had the ability to make me feel like I was ten years old.

“I’m sorry, nënë. I’m just not that hungry tonight.”

Immediately, my mother leaned over the table and placed her hand against my forehead. “Are you ill?”

“No, I’m not ill.” I gently pushed her hand away from my face. “I just had a very big breakfast.” That was if you counted being buried to the hilt in Italian pussy as breakfast.

My mom leaned back in her chair. “Breakfast was hours ago.”

Don’t remind me. My cock was doing a swell job already reminding me it had been hours since I fucked Karina, and that I really, really wanted to do it again.

“Nënë, I’m really not that hungry.” I turned to Dad, whose plate was already empty. But everyone knew he just chowed down everything so he could get to dessert. Mom always made dessert on Sunday. It was his little reward for being good in avoiding sugar during the week, with his diabetes and all.

“So, Dad, did you watch the football game?”

“You lost weight,” my mom chimed in, ignoring the conversation I was trying to have with my dad.

I frowned. “No, I haven’t.”

“You haven’t been eating well, have you? I don’t know why you don’t visit more often. At least come for a decent meal twice a week.”

I loved my mother. But, dear God, this woman could fuss. She was a menace when it came to smothering her children.

“Nënë—” I heard the message tone of my phone, and immediately my cock shot his ugly head up. That tone was the very distinct sound of my Facebook messenger app, which I installed right after Karina left that morning. Completely forgetting what I was about to say, I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and swiped the screen. Here was the part where my cock would be doing backflips if he had been detached from my body…because there was that little pop-up head of Karina’s beautiful face, right there at the side of the screen.

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