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Last Updated : 2024-11-27Mafia’s Property. Fifty: Angela.
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Last Updated : 2024-11-28Mafia’s Property. Fifty-One: Dr. Rueben.
Angela’s POV: “You go ahead, I’ll wait outside,” Natalia said, holding the door open for me. But I barely registered her words or presence. Not while I was fighting hard to hide my reaction. It would be embarrassing to have my jaw hanging loose. Yeah, the sight before me was magnificent. Behind the desk sat the most gorgeous man I have ever laid eyes on. He looked like he was straight out of a romance book. He had soft, curly, golden-blonde hair. His brown-hazel were so beautiful and they seemed kind. He was dressed in an impeccable white coat and a blue shirt underneath it. My heart rate picked up as he got up from his seat and approached me. “Hello, I’m Doctor Rueben. Your new therapist.” He held out his hand to me. His lips curling into a wide, polite smile on his face. For a moment, I forgot to respond. All I could see was his gorgeous face—I was captivated by it. I had seen so many good-looking men, no doubt. But something about him pulled me in, had me transfixed like a h
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-NINE: Natalia's POV: The guards took her out kicking and screaming. Soon, her shrill screams died out and the room fell quiet. Too quiet. The tension and unspoken words hung heavy in the air like the stench of cow dung.Soon, Enzo saw himself out of Carlo's office, muttering something about being needed in the hospital and I vaguely recalled myself replying as I watched my heart broken man standing rooted to a spot, unmoving….I'd never seen him like this. It made me sad.Luca stood off to the side, probably hoping he was invisible—he looked so small in my eyes it was painful. I think—know—they really needed to talk…What Angela did was unacceptable!When Luca's bloodshot eyes met mine, a sad smile stretched my lips and I urged with a slight movement of my head for him to speak to his father… They both needed it…Luca seemed to contemplate, the fear in his eyes was too sad to look at. I didn't even care that he'd hurt me in the past, he was hurting way
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-SEVEN: Angela's POV:I'm furious. Enraged.Livid.Whatever. You fucking name it!Luca. Foolish, naive, insecure, Luca. Out bested me, outsmarted me…. Ruined my plans. Years and years worth of plans, hardwork, blood and sweat down the drain and all because of that bloody fool!!!But it seemed like it was all worth it in the end if the expression on Carlo's face was any indication. His powerful hand pressed down even more tighter ony wind pipe, robbing me of air, my eyes water and stung. My lungs burned and felt too big for my chest as I struggled. Everything hurt but the pained expression on Carlo's face made it hurt less.A little reward. But still a reward.For years, I'd wanted him on his knees before me, right before I take his life but who knew a man didn't have to kneel to look so… broken, so hurt and mad with anger. I could die like this…. I didn't want to. I still want my revenge but if it was time for me to go, I'd do it. Wherever Alessandro
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Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Thirty-Five: Enzo's Texts.
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Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Thirty-Four:
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-FOUR: Luca's POV: FLASHBACK.. THE PREVIOUS DAY… Taking my phone out, I typed out one last text message and I hit send. I stared at the text I'd just sent to Enzo. Me: I know who shot Gianpaolo. Call me. As I waited for a reply or his call, I had time to reflect on my decision. There was no going back now. I thought as I drove back home. I was being fooled by Angela and it had to stop. I loved her. I really did but I know better now… She didn't love me. Not one bit. I was nothing but a tool and yes, years ago, when it all started, I knew our relationship was forbidden but something about the genuine love and care she'd shown me made me say, ‘fuck it.’ There was a time where I thought only she understood me. That her love was special. Sure, papà loved me, zia too but with Angela, it had been different. I'd shared my problems with her and she'd done the same. She'd told me the story about her mother's death and I really wanted
