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Chapter Thirty Four
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MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Thirty Five
Lila.It had been a day since my mom's passing. I was still in denial and it still felt like a bad dream, a bad joke that I will wake up from, except it was not a joke or a dream. My mother was death and I was now all alone in this cruel world. My phone rang, as it had been for the past twenty four hours. People wanted to know about the funeral arrangements others wanted to say their condolences but I was in no mood. I was about to turn it back off when I saw who was calling. It was our family lawyer. I immediately picked up, he had probably heard about my mom's passing. The phone call was brief, but its impact was immediate. The family lawyer’s voice, kind yet formal, told me he had something for me, something from my mother. I barely understood the words as they slipped past me; my mind was already drowning in the sea of emotions that had been churned up by the news of her passing a few days ago. I hadn’t even begun to process the loss, the grief still so fresh that I couldn’t
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-04MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Thirty Six
Richard.I had found out about Lila barely two weeks ago. I was still processing the information myself that she was my daughter.But now Christine was gone and I knew she had left that letter for Lila where she confessed everything and told her I was her biological dad. I had already missed so much of her life already and I had every intention of catching up on lost time, but I also knew it was not going to be easy. I spot her sitting on one of the chairs outside the lawyer's office. The lawyer had been kind enough to inform me when he called her in. She needed someone to talk to, to just support her. “Lila,” I whisper her name, the word feeling foreign on my tongue, like it’s been waiting to be spoken for years. My throat is tight, my emotions spilling out of me faster than I can contain them. “Lila, I… I didn’t know.”it comes out almost as a whisper. She looks up, her eyes narrowing slightly, as though she is trying to gauge whether I’m saying what she thinks I’m saying. There
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-04MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Thirty Seven
Lila.I have not been sleeping well in the past few days since my mother's passing. The nights seemed longer than normal. The night stretched on, heavy and suffocating, and I couldn’t escape the feeling that I was drowning. Tomorrow was the funeral. Tomorrow, I would bury my mother, the woman who had been my entire world. It had been just us for a long time, and now I was left all alone. But tonight, I couldn’t breathe. I had spent hours in silence, trying to wrap my head around the fact that she was really gone, but the grief was too overwhelming. It was like a storm inside me, swirling and tearing at everything I thought I knew. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t face the world, not tomorrow, not ever.Every time I slept, it felt like I was dreaming and it was all a bad dream, but then every moment I woke up, it hit me, she was really gone. That’s when Luca showed up. As if he maybe knew I needed him today. He knocked on the door softly, like he was unsure whether he should be here. B
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-05MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Thirty Eight
Lila.The room feels colder than usual. I can barely breathe, the weight of this house pressing down on me as I stand in the hallway, staring at the door that separates me from him. Luca. I haven't seen him for hours. Not that I’m counting, but... I am. He should be here by now. It’s been days, and he hasn’t so much as knocked on the door to check on me. For the past few days, I used to watch him, his car pull up and I would sit on my bed, waiting, expecting that knock on my door but he never did. And I could tell he was avoiding me on purpose. Before the funeral I used to see him every day and everywhere, but now it was like he was suddenly busy and always out of the office. At first, I thought it was fine. I threw myself into the numbness of my routine, the quiet. The house felt... empty, but in a way, it was a relief. A constant reminder of the deal we had made. I would remain his wife after all, that was what we agreed on but there was no more pretense of love, of anything mor
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-06MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Thirty Nine
A few days ago..Lila. The tensions were rising between us, I could tell he felt the same way I was, wanted me as much as I wanted him. I was obviously tipsy, but not tipsy enough to forget about tomorrow. Uncapping the vodka, he took a swallow then handed me the bottle. Watching him, I did the same, then coughed and handed it back. He chuckled and drank once more before setting the bottle on the nightstand. He dimmed the lights and stripped the bed of its comforter before turning back to me. “Are you?”“Luca”He wrapped one arm around my waist and put his forefinger to my lips. “I want you, Lila. My cock is aching to be inside your warm little pussy.” He kissed me, and I yielded, my body already reacting to his touch, wanting him inside me.Remembering how he made me feel..His fingers touched my shoulders, and I felt the dress dragged down over my arms and to my waist, leaving my bared breasts pressing against his chest.Luca stopped for a moment, pulling back, his dark eyes makin
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-07MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Fourty
ContinuationLilaOnce in the center of the bed on all fours, I looked over my shoulder, keeping my eyes on his. He looked me over and climbed on the bed behind me, his gaze on my ass, then my face. He reached for the leather cuff to my left and dragged it up onto the bed. Taking my wrist, he pulled my arm and bound it. He then moved to the other side and did the same so I lay with my face on the bed, my arms stretched out to either side, my ass in the air.Luca moved behind me and knelt between my legs. He gripped my ass, spreading me wide.“Look at me,” he said.I turned my cheek and watched, aroused, embarrassed, wanting. Something slid down my inner thigh. I knew it was my own arousal.“You are dripping, Lila.”He leaned his head down. His tongue must have caught the drop. He slid his tongue up all along my thigh until he reached my core.I made some sound, momentarily burying my face in the mattress as he buried his in my pussy.“I love to look at you like this, Lucia, all spread
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-07MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Fourty One
Present. Lila. Every moment I had flashbacks from my night with Luca, my whole body got hot and sweaty. It was like I was reliving each moment and touch in real time. I stepped out of the shower, the steam still clinging to the bathroom mirrors, and wrapped myself in a towel. The chill of the evening air crept through the house as I made my way downstairs, my feet soft against the hardwood floors. I could already smell the scent of dinner wafting up the staircase something hearty and filling, probably pasta, which always reminded me of home.I was starving. I quickly put on my favorite bear pajamas and went down for dinner. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw him, Luca sitting at the table. His broad shoulders hunched over the plate in front of him, the only sound in the room was the occasional clink of his fork against the ceramic. His expression was neutral, and his dark hair was damp, still not quite dry from whatever he’d been doing before dinner. Him just being th
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-08MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Fourty Two
Lila. I never wanted to be on this trip. He dragged me here and I knew he was enjoying every moment of my misery. The hum of the private jet was a low, constant annoyance in the background as I sat stiffly in my seat, arms crossed, lips pressed into a thin line. Across from me, Luca was lounging like this was some kind of vacation, his phone glued to his hand, thumbs dancing over the screen like I wasn’t even there.From time to time he would burst out laughing, all smiles. And the fact that he was having fun was literally killing me. I wanted him to be as miserable as I was. He burst out laughing, and stared daggers at his direction and our eyes met. He still seemed amused. Typical of himI stared out the window, the clouds doing little to distract me from the heat simmering under my skin. Not from the sun, but from the fact that I was stuck in a metal tube with the one person who could make my blood boil with a single sigh. And he had sighed. Loudly. Twice.“You could at least p
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MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Sixty Seven
Lila. The drive back home was long and tiresome, mostly because all I could think about was Luca. Was he okay? He had left so angry, and he was a self destructive kind of person. I prayed and hoped he had just gone back home. I slammed the door shut behind me, keys jingling uselessly in my hand. “Luca?” I called, voice echoing into silence. No answer. Just the hum of the fridge and the distant sound of a car passing outside. I dropped my bag on the floor and made a quick sweep of the apartment, heart picking up pace with each empty room I checked.His jacket was gone. His boots. His phone charger was missing too. That meant he took his phone, but when I tried calling again my screen lit up with the same message I’d been seeing for the last three hours.Call failed. I ended it quickly, thumb trembling. I tried again. Nothing. Again. Still nothing.“Goddammit, Luca,” I muttered, pacing the length of the living room. The clock on the wall mocked me: 11:32 PM. He should’ve been home h
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Richard. I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, but I could tell he was pissed off. I hadn't seen him that way in a long time. "Please sit down Luca, let's talk about this." i said calmly, nudging Lila to tell him to sit down."What exactly did she tell you son?" I finally asked after a few minutes of silence. We were all seated across from each other, but I appreciated the fact that Lila was present, she could help calm things down between us."She said you are the reason she never came back, you threatened her life and told her if she ever came back you will kill her." he finally said, his eyes cold, that angry vein popping on his forehead."Why would I even do that Luca, just think about it. Her leaving broke me, why would I want her to leave in the first place?""Well for starters you were in love with Lila's mom, maybe you wanted to get rid of my mother so that you two could live happily ever after. She is your biological daughter, I am not" he said angrily, his ey
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Sixty Five
Lila"What does he mean by this Jenny? What did you say to him? Where did he go?" My legs nearly give out. I stagger to the couch, the letter fluttering in my trembling hands. The paper is warm from my grip, but his words cut through me like ice.Gone where, Luca? None of this was making an sense, I had only stepped out for a few minutes, waht could she have possibly said to him. I read faster, eyes blurring from more than just the tears building behind them. As if trying to find an hidden message behind the message. But there was no hidden message, it was just as plain as it read. I was about to get up, when I saw another note, a little hidden like he didn't want someone to find it. He had placed it below the fruit bowl, neatly folded. I picked the note, careful not to seem suspicious to Jenny who seemed unfazed by any of this. 'Lila, I couldn’t stay. I know you’ll hate me for this, and I deserve that. But after hearing her, hearing what she said, it wasn’t enough. There is mor
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Sixty Four
Lila. We all sit down on the floor, our legs crossed facing each other, the letter in his hand. I nudge him to go ahead and open it. It's now or never. Luca’s fingers tremble as he breaks the seal on the letter. I watch his knuckles, turn white against the yellowed paper, and my heart is a fist punching inside my ribs.He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t look at me. Just starts reading.I feel useless. Like I’m standing at the edge of a cliff watching someone I love tumble off it in slow motion and there’s nothing I can do to catch him. Nothing I can say to soften the crash.The silence is unbearable. I move closer to him. “Luca?” I say softly, His eyes scan line after line, but it’s like the words are dragging him under. His jaw is clenched so tight I swear I can hear the tension grinding in his teeth. When he finally speaks, it’s a whisper, brittle and sharp like glass underfoot.“She says she left because of him. My dad. She says... she wanted to come back. But he threatened her.”
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Sixty Three
Luca.I wasn’t even sure how I got home. The sidewalk bent and curved like a snake, and the streetlights flared and flickered like firecrackers, and I was just stumbling through it all like I didn’t belong in the world anymore. My keys missed the lock three times before the door gave way under my weight. The house was too quiet. Like it knew something I didn’t.My head buzzed like a goddamn beehive. My stomach was a pit. Everything in me was too full, too much whiskey, too many thoughts, too many years of things I never said out loud.I didn’t mean to go to her room.I didn’t even think. My feet just carried me there. Like they remembered something I had forgotten.Lila’s door was open. That soft glow of her bedside lamp leaked into the hallway, golden and warm. She was curled up on her bed, legs folded, book in hand, glasses perched low on her nose like they always were when she got serious about something. Her eyes flicked up when I leaned against the doorframe like I was trying to
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Sixty Two
Richard. The air suddenly becomes cold and I can tell something is definitely wrong by how Jenny is acting and so quiet. I shut the door behind the detectives and follow them into the living room like I’m in a dream. Jenny’s already sitting on the edge of the couch, hands in her lap, eyes locked on the floor like a kid caught shoplifting.“What’s going on?” I ask as I sit across from Jenny and the two detectives. The taller one, introduces himself as, Detective Harlan before he glances at his partner, then back at me.“We are looking into a cold case,” he says. “A missing person from 1999. You knew a man named Marcus Wynn?”The name hits like a slap. He was the reason me and Jenny fought so much in our marriage. "Yeah. I knew Marcus." He was Jenny’s friend. Or so she said. A musician. Used to crash on our couch sometimes in the months before she left. The kind of guy who always had a half smile and a cigarette behind his ear. After she disappeared, so did he.“Why are you asking
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Sixty Two
Richard. The air suddenly becomes cold and I can tell something is definitely wrong by how Jenny is acting and so quiet. I shut the door behind the detectives and follow them into the living room like I’m in a dream. Jenny’s already sitting on the edge of the couch, hands in her lap, eyes locked on the floor like a kid caught shoplifting.“What’s going on?” I ask as I sit across from Jenny and the two detectives. The taller one, introduces himself as, Detective Harlan before he glances at his partner, then back at me.“We are looking into a cold case,” he says. “A missing person from 1999. You knew a man named Marcus Wynn?”The name hits like a slap. He was the reason me and Jenny fought so much in our marriage. "Yeah. I knew Marcus." He was Jenny’s friend. Or so she said. A musician. Used to crash on our couch sometimes in the months before she left. The kind of guy who always had a half smile and a cigarette behind his ear. After she disappeared, so did he.“Why are you asking
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Sixty One
Richard. Every scenario that I come up with leads me to just doing the right thing no matter how bad I didn't want to. I know if I don't Luca about his mother and she dies without making things right with him, he will never forgive me if he found out she tried to reach out and I didn't tell him. It’s Sunday afternoon when I finally decide to do it. Two days since Jenny left again. Two days staring at the folded letter like it’s a bomb waiting to go off. Because it is. Luca texts me that he’s stopping by to help with the gutters, like I’m too old to hold a damn ladder. I tell him sure, come by. Bring that wrench you stole from my garage five years ago. He laughs in a text. Says he might.I make coffee. Black. Strong. The kind that punches you awake. I sit at the kitchen table and place the letter dead center between us.It’s cloudy outside. A fitting day for the news I was about to drop in his laps. I appreciated the fact that his wife Lila had not mentioned anything to him yet, h
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Sixty
Richard. It’s been four days.Four long, dragging, claustrophobic days since Jenny stood in my living room and detonated twenty five years of silence with three words: I have cancer and I am dying. And now every time I pass the mirror in the hallway, I catch my own reflection and flinch, because I don’t recognize the man looking back. He’s waiting. Holding his breath. Listening for a knock that may never come.I wanted to tell Luca about his mother, that she was back and she was dying. Anothet part of me hates her and Saw this is her karma, she did not deserve to see the amazing man Luca had turned out to become. She didn't deserve to say goodbye to him. But why was I feeling so much guilt over it. Luca came by last night, as he does every Thursday. Same routine. He brings dinner some overpriced vegan thing Lila cooks and we sit in awkward silence, pretending we’re just two men, not a father and son still sutured together by old wounds.He doesn’t know she was here.I don’t tell h
