icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Log out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon
The Mafia's Obsession; His Little Plaything

The Mafia's Obsession; His Little Plaything

Author: Red Snow
icon

Chapter 1 One

Word Count: 1108    |    Released on: 25/02/2025

o

shielding my eyes from the rays of sunlight. Laughter, tears, or whatever emotion I could think of conjoined together, s

lmed my very being. I couldn't help the

rison gate opened it so I could walk out. A step towards the freedom I had looked forward to for five years,

, Moor

e during my time in jail. She gave me hope when no one else did, constantly reminding me of the love I had at home, though my husband Grey Addison didn't visit throughout m

for the rest of my life." She grinned, holding my hands firmly as we both

cted, Nicole was snatched out of my firm hold by people I believed were her family. She w

few in the crowd, my heart beating in excitement and anticipation. "Grey..." my

y were the least of people who came out for me during this trial time. I bet Fathe

d for money laundering and fraud." A real b

dness!" I sighed, frustration and helplessness written on my face. How do I get home? I

u need a ride home?" A broad smile found its way to my face as I nodded. So nice of her to notice my dilemma even amidst th

away from me as I entered, seated close to her. She i

proud of his achievements. The company I set up with the money I

and on TV doing absolutely well. A few minutes later, the c

dresses, and I waved at h

ntrance and pressed the intercom, using my hands

gasped at the number of

e mean-looking guards asked, r

en for any familiar face, but none of them stru

d asked, his eyes ravaging my bod

husband is your boss, Grey Addison." I bet they're new rec

ir mouths, making me wonder what was

band is Grey Addison. Let me in this minute, or you

some new

I roared, tired and weak with each word. "Here!" I said, pushing a little frame

h shocked and surprised. "

you fired for your insolence," I said, snatching the fr

me. I opened the door, my happiness at its peak as I

ce echoing as I ascended upstairs, not giving room to the noticeable changes in the house.

eir way to the knob of my bedroom. Without much thought, I turned, and my

ere the welcome party I met as my dearest husband r

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open