Darian was striding toward his study when he remembered that Jay was in the living room earlier on. He halted his steps, turning back to the living room. He sat down and called Jay on the phone. Some minutes later, Jay was standing in front of him."Why were you in the living room earlier?" He questioned Jay."To give a report that we found Nessa, but—" he drawled, his expression turning dark. "We lost her too, she took poison before we got to her, the same polonium poison she used in poisoning Gaius." Jay showed pictures of Nessa's corpse to Darian.Darian shut his eyes regretfully, he wanted her alive. "Did you find anything on her?" He inquired."Yes, we did. She wrote a letter saying she'd rather die than stay alive to face the humiliation. She also confessed to poisoning Gaius' cup, but she didn't state why she did that." Jay told him all that happened when they got to her hiding place. She was still breathing faintly, but they were not able to save her. The poison had spread to

Strolling down the streets with Darian and the bodyguards, Lena felt safe between them. The long cemented poles illuminated the night thruway, giving everywhere a radiant view. Lena smiled, it'd been months since she walked the streets on a night like this, and it felt so cool, and maybe cooler because she was with her man.The night breeze slapped through her skin, leaving goosebumps on the veneer of her sleek skin. She shivered a little, and Darian noticed. He pulled out his jacket, wrapping it around her shoulders."Wearing this was a bad idea," Lena muttered, draping the jacket over her shoulders. Her eyes quickly scanned Darian's muscled arms, she smiled and fixed her eyes back on the road. "Where exactly are we going?" She asked, for the umpteenth time that night."Somewhere to get you out of the house. We are almost there." He said.Lena nodded absentmindedly. Sometimes, she still imagined how much Darian had changed for her. Though he was still the tough mafia boss everyone k

The next morning, Lena woke up with a terrible headache. Her head was banging hard like a marathon was taking place in there. She groaned in pain, tossing around on the bed. She bemoaned her bragging about being a heavy drinker last night."Darian," she pressed her palm to the bed, moving to the side of the bed Darian occupied, but he wasn't there. "Oh," she groaned again."Oh, what have I done to myself?" She managed to sit up, shifting closer to the headboard, she rested her back as her eyes roamed the room in search of her husband. She wondered where he was. Trying to recall the things that happened before she got drunk, it was vague, she only remembered that he was telling her about how he invited that crew to give them a private performance. She wasn't sure of the things she said to him, and she hoped she didn't spew too much nonsense.Darian walked into the room with a coffee cup in his hand, he dragged his feet until he was right in front of her. "You are awake," he said, plac

ARE YOU JEALOUS?"There are other things," Darian squinted his eyes, glaring at Judson, he continued. "We are changing some of the rules here." He said and immediately all eyes turned to him. "Yes, I have thought carefully about it and I have decided to change some rules." Lena was surprised as well, he didn't discuss that with her beforehand. "You can't change the rules of the family," Andrew, the consigliere argued. He had always been the quiet one whenever there was a sit-down but this time, he spoke up."Andrew, I can change the rules if it's not favourable to the members of the family. The rules were made by some people too, weren't they?""Yes, they were. Which of the rules are you changing?" Andrew asked."I am reversing rule number ten of the Dawson family Mafia that states that every woman married to the Dawson family must work at the family's casino." Darian read out from the big book of the family's rules. "This rule will be changed to, every woman married into the Dawson

"Come in," Darian ordered whoever was at the door to his office to come in. Seconds later, he heard coordinated footsteps approaching him, he slowly lifted his head to a brunette in a skimpy blue dress that revealed too much skin. A smile played on her plump lips as she walked toward Darian. He studied her, shaking his head, that wasn't the kind of dressing he'd like for his secretary."Good morning, sir." She grinned heavily, revealing her one-sided facial dimple. "Who are you," Darian asked in a serious voice. His eyes begrudgingly ogling her body."I am Molly, your new secretary." She introduced herself, still smiling. "I have been here for a while but I am yet to meet you. I heard you've been off and I am here to meet you since you are back." She said."I see," Darian twirled a pen in between his fingers. "Were you given the handbook that contains the dress code when you were employed here?" He asked her, glancing through a file Molly brought into the office."Yes, I was given,"