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Last Updated : 2024-11-26Mafia’s Property. Forty-Nine: An Odd Feeling.
Natalia's POV: How does one successfully hide a possession you're not supposed to have access to? More like a contraband. Whatever. But how? It had just been a day since Vittoria handed me a freaking phone knowing fully well that I had been forbidden to use one. I couldn't hide it in my room, nowhere was safe. Not underneath my bed, not my closet, bathroom or even my duffel back. All night, I had tossed and turned, worried that I might get caught even before I got the chance to use it. Fuck, the paranoia was real and it was eating me up alive. Eventually, I had decided to take it down with me for breakfast. Which was why I was fighting so hard not to squirm under Carlo’s intense gaze. Something that seemed almost impossible seeing as I seated right next to him at the dinner table. The coolness of the phone's screen against my stomach felt hot, its light weight suddenly felt as heavy as a lead. My heart slammed against my ribcage as a sense of dread filled me—which was silly bec
Last Updated : 2024-11-27Mafia’s Property. Fifty: Angela.
Angela’s POV:As soon as Carlo left the dining room, my gaze darted back to Natalia, sat stiffly in her chair, trying to mask her fear and unease. But she wasn't fooling anyone—well, not me.She was scared, confused, and I couldn't blame her.I get it. I really do.I couldn’t relate to being taken away by some strange man to a strange country with no familiar face. I would lose my shit, which was why I admired Natalia. Sometimes. She might be a few years younger than me but she was fierce and relentless even in the face of danger… Something I didn't quite possess. I was a wimp. Everyone agreed to that anyway. “Hey,” I started, reaching across the table to touch Natalia’s hand, hoping to cheer her up. “It's going to be fun, I promise.”I knew what my brother did was wrong. Immoral. But I knew he had his reasons, plus, he was my brother and it was my duty to take his side, wasn't it? Besides, he was really not that bad. I swear it.Her nose scrunched up in an adorable frown. “Fun? I
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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Natalia’s POV:I whirled around to see Gianpaolo standing a few feet away. His presence set me on the edge and annoyed me at the same time. The way his dark gaze lingered was unsettling, and my body tense with apprehension. As if summoned, the guards who'd been keeping a discreet distance stepped closer, positioning themselves protectively at our sides.Gianpaolo raised his hands in mock surrender, a sly smile stretching across his face. His guards at his side had gone tense and alert as ours approached. “Relax, boys. I’m not here for trouble today,” he said smoothly, his tone making my skin crawl. Seriously, what was his deal? I understood he had beef with Carlo, but like leave me out of it. “Then leave,” Angela snapped, her voice sharp. “Go on your own way and let us shop in peace.”His icy eyes flicked to her, his smile widening. “The mall is public, isn't it? Or is your brother claiming this space as Moretti territory now?”“Yeah, and it’s not weird at all that we ran into you
Last Updated : 2024-11-30Mafia’s Property. Fifty-Three:
Natalia’s POV: Turned out Carlo just wanted me to sit with him, just for the sake of it. For hours, he'd ignored me, eyes glued to his MacBook as he worked. Enzo wasn't any better, he kept reviewing emails and documents on his phone too. All I could do was look out of the window and enjoy the view—more like an endless vast of clouds. About five hours later, I had grown sleepy and Carlo finally allowed me to leave his side. I was directed to the room and immediately my head hit the soft, plush pillows, I was out cold. Probably not a wise move to make as someone who had something to hide.But I was fucking tired. I had slept for over two hours and when I woke up, there on the bedside table was a meal prepared for me.For a minuteor two, I stared at the tray of food, a mix feeling of confusion and dread washing over me. I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. Or was I so used to Carlo being an asshole that I couldn't acknowledge basic act of kindness without feeli
Last Updated : 2024-11-30Mafia’s Property. Fifty-Four: Go To Bed
Natalia’s POV: His eyes widened slightly at my bold request. My racing heart slowed. That was a good sign, right? It meant I had distracted him from the fact that I had locked the door For a moment, silence stretched between us, the tension between us was so thick, that I could almost choke on it. “Is that so?” His voice was low, gravelly, and dangerously calm. I nodded, forcing myself to hold his gaze despite the way my knees threatened to buckle. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him with deliberate slowness. The sound of the lock clicking into place sent a shiver down my spine as his gaze roamed my body. At least he hadn't asked about the door incident. I pray it stayed that way. If begging him to take my virginity meant saving my ass, I didn't care. It wasn't like I saved it for any special reason. “You can do whatever it is you want with me,” I urged. He crossed his arm over his chest, eyes fixed on mine. “And why is that? Why are you offering yourself
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Carlo's POV: 4:21 AMI glanced down at her sleeping form, my eyes roamed over her features. She was beautiful. And before I could stop myself, I let my index finger trail her soft, pale cheeks and her brows dipped, nose scrunched adorably but she didn't wake up. Must be nice to be able to sleep through the night. A luxury I couldn't afford. I hardly ever slept, the voices in my head wouldn't allow that and when I did fall asleep, it never lasted long. She squirmed in her sleep and the comforter dipped low, exposing the side of her breast, it had marks from the way I had grabbed them earlier. Memories from hours ago came flooding in. She had been bold, daring, asking me to fuck her. I had wanted to. Madre Dio, I would have taken her there and then at the doorstep but I restrained myself.Something was off about her behavior recently but I couldn't place my hand on it, couldn't tell what it was. At least not yet. Or maybe I was just seeing things…My spine stiffened at that though
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Natalia's POV: AFTER BREAKFAST …I think I slept off after crying again. Not sure how long but my eyes snapped open when I felt fingers in my hair. My eyes felt heavy and painful, my vision was a little blurry from all the crying and sleeping…I sat up slowly, forcing the fingers to leave my hair and I blinked as my eyes focused on the figure before me. “Caterina?” I moved slightly, wincing as my whole body ached from sleeping on the ground for hours. “Hey, dear.” Her hand came up to cup my face gently. “I brought you breakfast.” She motioned behind her and that was when I noticed Angela and a maid standing beside her with a tray of food.“There's a chocolate mousse cake too, I know you love those,” Angela urged with a smile.Ignoring her, I let my eyes shift from one woman to the other and I hated how vulnerable I feel. Pushing to my feet with great difficulty, feeling/hearing my bones pop and I winced. “I'm not hungry,” I said softly.“Nonsense.” Caterina's voice was soft, but f
Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Thirty-One: It Is Final!
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Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Twenty-Eight: Who?
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Natalia's POV: This has to be a joke. Really. A mean one.He was threatening them now? With his death? There was no way Carlo would refuse him now. No way. As much as he'd like to act tough to the outside world, act like he didn't have feelings, I knew how much he loved Luca. He wouldn't let his son die just because of me…I was literally nothing to him. Just his property.My eyes stung with impending hot tears and I blinked them away…With everything that had been happening these past few months, I'd forgotten my place in Carlo's life and I foolishly fell for him…Now look. He was going to give into Luca's demands, that much was certain.I could still hear them trying to reason with him. It wasn't working.I could feel my hands literally shaking, my hair sticking to the back of my neck from the sweat there as my heartbeat echoed loudly in my ears.This was bad.This was really fucking bad.My stomach churned, making my insides twist uncomfortably—a prize for letting curiosity get
