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Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Fifty-Seven: Fear or Anger?¿
Carlo's POV: With a shaky hand, I grabbed the phone from Enzo, placing on my ear. “Miguel! How did this happen?” I barked out, my breath shaky, sweat breaking out on my skin. “Where the fuck are you?!” “Th‐the nngh! M-mall,” He grunted in pain. He'd been injured. Shit. My wide eyes met Enzo's, my heart was in my mouth but I pretened to be calm. “What mall?” I asked impatiently, pacing, unable to keep still. “Where are they?! Angela and Ava?!” This news was going to hurt Natalia badly, the little girl was her only family, I've seen how much she loves her and Angela… My heart ached at the thought of my sister going through another pain…. “Miguel, speak up,” It was supposed to come out as a command, but it sounded more like a plea. My was heart racing wildly, chest tight with a mix of emotions. “Are the girls with you?” Please tell me they are unhurt. “Ah… nngh!... Th-the atta…ckers, too-took—” His words ended on a cough, almost like he was coughing off blood from the sp
Last Updated : 2025-02-07Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Fifty-Eight: You knew.
Carlo's POV: ALMOST SEVEN HOURS LATER… I was wrong. So fucking wrong. Seated at the backseat of my car while we drive back home, I couldn't help the way nerves thrummed in my body, panic skittering across my chest… This was bad. This was trouble. I couldn't sit still, couldn't breathe. What do I do now?! We'd searched everywhere and everyone we'd suspected and came up with nothing. I'd been too fucking sure that'd we'd find them in no time. But we'd failed woefully. The police couldn't find a trace, even Miguel who was being treated at the hospital said he couldn't identify any of their attackers since they'd all been on masks. The other heads were innocent, hell, Gianpaolo had no idea about anything that had happened and it had been a goddamn war getting the fucker to cooperate with us even after being threatened. Stronzo. Laughed in my face and called me, ‘weak and pathetic.’ That'd earned him a black eye and a broken nose, would have loved to send a bullet through h
Last Updated : 2025-02-08Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Fifty-Nine: Brownies ,)
Natalia's POV: HOURS EARLIER…It's been an hour since Angela and Ava stepped out and I decided to take another shower—lately, I'm always sweating even with the air con on—and then go downstairs to practice baking some brownies. The other day, I saw a random tutorial on Snapchat, the way the lady had made it look so simple and stress free, I'd decided then and there to practice. I also added her page in case she does more tutorials that I may be interested in—I think that's all she ever does anyway, baking and cooking tutorials, I mean.I know Caterina would throw a fit about how I don't need to do that and that she could do it for me but I've got a perfect plan to manipulate her into giving in. I'm not sure why I'm suddenly determined to bake something—preferably the brownies I saw—but I just know I wouldn't be able to sit still for another week if I don't do it.After a nice warm bath, I stepped out of my bathroom, throwing on a nice, comfortable tee shirt and a washed denim cut off
Last Updated : 2025-02-09Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Sixty: I Have Them.
Natalia's POV: Several failed attempts, almost three hours and much talking from Caterina, I did it! I finally did it! My first brownies. Hell, my first baking ever. They looked ugly though, I did mess up their square shapes pretty badly but they taste absolutely delicious. “This is nice, cara,” Caterina smiled warmly as she took another piece into her mouth. I watched with a big grin as she munched on the chocolate-y goodness, her eyes gleaming with pure delight. “Thank you, Caterina.” Now I just have to wait for Angela and Ava to be home so they could try it out too. Should I give some to Carlo? Naaa, I must pretend to still be upset with him. The goal was to make him grovel. A mischievous smirk tugged the corner of my lips, faltering when Alessandro came out of nowhere and grabbed a piece. I was fast, but he was faster. “Hey!” I snapped, glaring as I snatched the tray filled with the brownies. “I didn't make any of those for you!” He took a ridiculously big b
Last Updated : 2025-02-10Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Sixty-One: Risk it all
Natalia's POV: PRESENT… His face twisted with guilt as his hands came up, trying to grab me but I jerked backwards, snarling. ‘You didn't think that I deserved to know that my sister was kidnapped?!’ I yelled, harsh breath sawing in and out my lungs as I glared up at him. Something flashed in his eyes but it disappeared as quickly as it came. “How did you know they were kidnapped?” Was he seriously asking me that?! “We got a call,” Alessandro answered instead, his voice hard and Carlo sucked in his breath. “They are asking that you call off the search.” “They called.” In an instant, Carlo's face hardened, turning serious. “Did you get their number? Trace it, perhaps?” “No,” Alessandro replied, his tone sharp while I just stood there, confused, shattered, scared shit less. “They covered their tracks well.” I didn't care about whatever discussion they were having, I just wanted my sister back home, safe and sound! “You have to do something!” I cried, grabbing
Last Updated : 2025-02-11Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Sixty-Two: Captives.
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & SIXTY-TWO: Angela's POV: Useless. I'd never felt as useless as I did right now. I wasn't chained to a chair, didn't have my hands tied behind me, worse, i wasn't even blindfolded yet, I couldn't escape. These assholes were having the time of their lives showing me just how much of a disadvantage a disability was. They didn't bother taking extra care securing me because they knew for a fact that I couldn't run. So here I was, sitting uncomfortably this cold, hard, rocky ground. My back pressed against the cold, hard wall while Ava rested her head on my lap, her little feet bound together with a chain. It was stupid. There was no need for it seeing as she was really fucking scared and wouldn't dare leave my side. She'd been clinging to me for hours, even when I'd be roughly pulled off my wheelchair and tossed to the ground like a rag doll. She'd cried and called for Natalia for hours, our captors, clearly unbothered. I'd begged amd tried to convinc
Last Updated : 2025-02-12Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Sixty-Three: Out?¿
Angela's POV:Wait…Were we really the only ones here? Like just Ava and I?I peered harder into the darkness, squinting harder like that would make me see any better. But there was nothing in the shadows, no movements, no sound, nothing.We really are alone.That realization made my heart pound harder as a thought formed in my head. My eyes darted to where my wheelchair lay, discarded carelessly from where one of the men had kicked it while making fun of me.“We could escape,” I whispered to no one in particular. All I needed to do was get to my chair. I had zero clue about where we were but I could come up with something when we finally made it out of here. Hopefully.With that plan set in mind, I shook Ava slowly. God, she was really hot, it was scary. She mumbled incoherently in her sleep making soft whimpers. She must be in a lot of pain.“Hey,” I whispered so close to her ears, trying to get her to wake up and I wondered if it was a good idea waking her up. “Ava, baby. Please
Last Updated : 2025-02-13Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Sixty-Four: Pain.
Angela's POV: TW: Violence, S/A (Please proceed with caution) I knew this was too good to be true. “You think you're so brave, bitch!” A voice snarled from behind me in the darkness as cold sweat broke out across my skin. My stomach lurched so violently, I almost shit myself from fear. My attacker's grip on my hair tightened and I could have sworn I lost some hair at that moment, but it was irrelevant. What was the loss of a few strands of hair compared to the fact that I'd been caught trying to escape by brutal, terrible men? “I'm sorry,” I heard myself whimper—it was all I could do in this situation, apologize. “The… the little girl is ill.. I..I had to do something. I'm sorry.” Cold, dark laughter shook the room, making my stomach clench. “Told ya this crippled bitch was smarter than she looked,” This voice was different from the one who spoke earlier. I was in deep trouble. I knew that so I tried to talk my way out of it. “Please, I'm telling the truth,” I plea
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & ELEVEN: Carlo's POV: Dread pooled my stomach as I waited for his ‘proof’ I trust Gianpaolo with my life, he wasn't capable of such!Father signaled to his right hand man and the big guy pulled out a cassette player and got to work. I frowned.What was going on?Why did he need that? And then he pressed play. “Gianpaolo, my boy,” it was father's voice coming from the speakers. “How are things over there?” “Fine, sir,” I stilled. That's Gianpaolo's voice!“Good, good. I want to ask you some questions, please answer truthfully. Your father is here with me, don't worry, you're not in trouble. I just need to confirm some things your father had brought to my notice.”Father was never this calm with me. Never.“Okay, sir.” “Do you own the grey camera in your room?” A pause.“Yes, sir.” A deep sigh.“Every picture taken with it, was done by you, yes?” “Sir… sir,” he sounded worried, alarmed… my heart started beating faster. “I—”“You're not in trouble,” father c
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TEN: Natalia's POV: PRESENT….Somewhere along the line, I'd managed to finish attending to his wounds as I listened to his horrifying past. Does it make me stupid and ignorant that I didn't think that someone like Carlo would have had such a terrible and traumatizing past…?As he spoke, recalling every detail of his past, his eyes had this faraway look that somehow showed how much pain he'd had to endure… Why would his father go as far as abusing him sexually? It was crazy but Carlo seemed like he'd rather not dwell on it and I'd respected that even though it didn't sit well with me… Even though I could tell it hurt him just recalling that night… I don't know how to feel… I kind of felt like a piece of shit but at the same time… at the same time….Nevermind. I wouldn't think about that right now. I'd demanded to hear his side of the story and I have to. Maybe I'd jumped to take sides too quickly, maybe I should have given him a chance and not blamed him for
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Nine: Childhood Memories (3)
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & NINE: Carlo's POV: TWO DAYS LATER….I still didn't have any clue on what to do. And I was beginning to think father was right when he called me stupid or foolish.The secret was weighing me down, suffocating and I was sick of it. Thankfully, father wasn't back, he'd be away for at least two weeks and maybe that was enough time to figure out a plan. By day four, I was exhausted and my brain was blank. It was fucking annoying that I couldn't confide in Gianpaolo. Enzo would have been the best next choice but he was still mourning the death of his father—father's younger brother—a plane crash had claimed his life leaving Enzo shattered and it didn't make sense to bother him with my problems.Then… mother? Surely, she'd know what to do, right?I made the conclusion to tell mother after dinner and I did, by the time I was done narrating what had happened, her expression was unreadable. Which was disturbing. Mother was an open book, too meek, too innocent for her ow
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & EIGHT: Carlo's POV: “One more round, please!” Gianpaolo whined. He'd lost again to me and for the past two hours or so, he'd kept asking for a rematch and I couldn't say no. One, this was my best friend, one of the few persons who gave a fuck about me, and two, I was having fun. I always had fun whenever I got here. Gianpaolo was never short of new video games his father had gotten him, new gifts, and new adventures. I learned how to ride a bicycle because Gianpaolo had one, learned how to play soccer because his father had set up an entire soccer field for him in their backyard when he was nine—the list was endless. Sometimes, I was jealous of him and that made me feel like an asshole because truly, he was nothing but good to me and he didn't have to… I think the one good thing father had done for me was Gianpaolo. He was friends with Gianpaolo's father, well, more business partners than friends but they at least liked each other enough.“I'm tired!” He groan
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Seven: Childhood Memories.
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & SEVEN:Carlo's POV:NINE YEARS OLD…“Carlo, pull the trigger!” Papà barked at me, his dark, angry eyes bored into me as my hand trembled as I grabbed the gun tighter.I… I couldn't do it. I couldn't shoot the man tied to a chair—he already looked half dead after papà and his guys were through with him. Papà had made me watch while they tortured him. Pressed a hot knife against his left cheek, just an inch or two from his eyes. They took out all his fingers with a butcher knife, and papà himself had pulled out the man's tongue with pliers, silencing his endless screams.I threw up. Twice. And papà had struck me across the cheek. ‘You're as useless as your mother!’‘No son of mine shall be a weakling!’ ‘I should have killed her long before she conceived you’ Then he paused as if to reconsider his words. ‘No, I should have killed that useless father of hers that had tricked me into marrying that bitch!’Still… it doesn't matter what papà says or how much he hits
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Six:
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & SIX:Carlo's POV: Yesterday, I saw how much I'd hurt her. And I prayed to every supernatural being that the test comes back negative.Call me selfish. A monster.Heartless.Cold blooded.It was nothing I hadn't heard before but the look of disgust, hurt, and anger I'd seen on her face had broken me. And the fact that it was directed at me… it crushed me…Night came and I didn't even need to sleep to dream about my mother to spiral into self-destructive mode. I didn't need to sleep to hear my father's taunting words… I saw it all happen with my eyes opened as I drowned myself in whiskey and wine. The excess dosage of sleeping meds didn't even knock me out. Or was my body fighting it because it had gotten used to the drug?Still… I had alcohol too. Wasn't alcohol and drugs supposed to make you weak or like harm you? I guess I'm a ‘defect’ like my father had always said. That man never ran out of harsh words for me. And in the last few hours, his voice had been
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Five: I Need Your Version.
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & FIVE: Natalia's POV:The urgency in her voice was enough to make me forget everything that had been bothering me. In fact, I was out the door before her and didn't bother to ask what was going on.Was he in danger?Was he being threatened?Wait, Was Alessandro back to chase his quest for revenge?Fuck.My feet moved faster, taking me to….. I didn't even know where we were going. I just wanted to help him.Maybe if I'd been in the right state of mind, I would have realized that I wouldn't have been able to save Carlo if he was in the face of danger. I had no weapons, no combat skills. The only thing I could do was… was… put myself on the line for him. Shield him and take all the pain in his stead…That made my movement come to a screeching halt.I'd die for Carlo? “....Why… why did you stop?” Caterina asked from beside me and I shook my head—maybe to clear it? I don't know.“Where is he?” I finally asked. Something I should have done before racing out of my roo
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Four:
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Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Three: His Little Girl.
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THREE: Natalia's POV: I joined Gianpaolo in the backseat of his car. Sitting as stiffly as possible as if trying to go unnoticed by him when he was literally right there.My stomach dipped as the car began to move, retreating from Carlo's mansion and onto the main road.This… this was really happening.Oh fuck. Oh fuck.Blood rushed to my ears as sweat broke out across my skin despite the car’s air-con being on. Why am I nervous? Breathing felt like a chore.No, this feels like a mini-panic attack!God, Natalia. Could you be any more dramatic? A hand touched my shoulder and I flinched. Hard. “I'm sorry,” Gianpaolo blurted, looking flustered, eyes a little wide. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.” I don't like this. He shouldn't look so guilty, he did nothing wrong. If anything, he'd just calmed me. I cleared my throat. “It's fine. I should be the one apologizing, I freaked out for nothing.” “No, no,” he shook his head. “I'm sure, it wa
