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Hundred & Seventy-Seven: Calm After A Storm... Or Not?
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Angela's POV: It was so much easier doing this with someone else. On my own, it was like mission impossible. Deceiving guards and trying to navigate my way but Natalia made it easier. We were at the huge Iron, rusted gate leading to the dungeon and I reached under my nightgown for the key I'd stolen. “Here,” I extended my hand to Natalia and her eyes grew in size. “Where did you get that?” She whispered harshly. I shrugged. “I have my ways.” She shot me an impressed look. “You must have really prepared for this.” Yes, I have. More than anything. After that incident in my room. I'd been restless. I'd seen the dangerous glint in Alessandro's eyes before he stormed out of my room. Okay, I might have misread him and he really did leave Rueben alone. But the way he'd been avoiding me lately said otherwise. I knew that fuckface, he was my twin. I knew he was hiding something from me…. “It's not locked,” Natalia's shocked voice pulled me out of my head and I blinked up at h
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Alessandro’s POV: That was how I found myself ordering guards to unchain the doctor and sending up to the guest room. I'd just released the very man that'd been responsible for what my sister had to go through and all because of her. She may have saved him this one time, but let's see how she does so in the future, but first, I had somewhere to be.After I'd made sure the doctor was placed in the room, Angela had immediately called for Camilla—it was late midnight, so I knew it would take an hour or more until she got here. I left the room with both women tending to the grunting man while they waited for Camilla.I got into my car after shooting a quick text to who I was meeting up with. They were another person I needed to deal with, another fool who was responsible for this mess. This wasn't supposed to be the outcome.I took a turn to my left, driving up a narrow path that led to the woods about an hour away from the estate—since it was midnight, it took me less than an hour si
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Natalia's POV: What the fuck? Blood rushed to my ears as my face flamed hot. For fuck's sake, I'd just been caught toying with my pussy, I could literally feel my wetness drying on my fingers.How the fuck did this happen?Before me, standing in nothing but a grey sweats which hung loosely on his waist was Carlo.But the guard said he wasn't in!He had an amused smirk on his face—one I'd very much like to wipe off his face—but other than that he looked good, strong, gone was the big white bandage that went around his torso. In its place was a small white bandage placed on his wounded area.“Do not stop on my account,” he teased. “I was enjoying the show, dolcezza.” I should have turned off the light. And how didn't I hear him come in.I adjusted my nightgown climbing off the bed, missing the orgasm that I would have gotten if I wasn't so rudely interrupted. “How are you here?” I asked, shifting uncomfortably on my feet. “The guard said you weren't in.” He shrugged. “He wasn't at
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Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Thirty-One: Angela's Mission (2)
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-ONE: Angela's POV: The closer I got to VIP ward 305, the more the pounding of my heart increased.It was now or never.This was dangerous. I knew that but it was worth the risk. I knew to expect at least at least a guard or three surrounding his room but I wasn't trained in martial arts for the sake of it and I could be sly as fuck. What's a bunch of guards that I couldn't take on?Hopefully, it doesn't get to that and I wouldn't be needing to fight. I was in a nurse's attire, hopefully, I'm unrecognized. Even my eyes were brown, instead of blue. It should work.Turns out, Gianpaolo's room wasn't just along the others in the hallway, you had to take a turn, just a bit by the right.Wow.They must have really wanted him safe, I scoffed to myself.Just as I turned right and noticed the room, there on the mini waiting chair was a guard who looked tired from fighting sleep but awake. To his left were three cups of coffee, leftover food—he wasn't alone.Where
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Thirty: Angela's mission
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Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Twenty-Nine: One Last Text.
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWENTY-NINE:Natalia's POV: My stomach was in painful knots as the doctor led us to his room. My hands felt clammy, and my legs felt weak but I kept moving. According to the doctor, we weren't allowed to see him yet but we could just take a glance through the windows and that was okay for me for now, I guess.I don't know if Carlo noticed my uneasiness; his hand squeezed mine a bit tighter, as if grounding me and I was grateful for it.We got to the window and I couldn't hold back the single tear that rolled down my cheek as a small gasp pushed past my lips. I was vaguely aware of Carlo's arm coming around my shoulders as I stared at Gianpaolo— my father.The number tube, IVs, had my heart sinking and I stifled a sob, a big bandage went around his head and machines I've never seen before— “Oh God,” I let out a sob, my chest heaved as I tried to swallow my cries. I promised to be strong. I will be strong.My eyes burned with hot tears as I stared at his motionle
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Twenty-Eight: Disturbance.
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWENTY-EIGHT:Carlo's POV: The doctor had said the exact thing Enzo had said. He'd asked that we hoped and prayed. ‘Prayed.’I haven't done that in fucking ages. Where do I start from? And in my experience, it usually goes unanswered. But the way things were going, I didn't mind going down on my knees and trying again. Praying in hope that Gianpaolo makes it out alive.He has to. Not quite long after, Natalia had regained consciousness. Camilla assured me that it was nothing serious, apart from the detected low sugar level which made me frown. Haven't they been watching her diet? Giving her the best meds? And then I thought back to the incident in the last few days. No one around here has had it easy so I brushed it aside and asked that they recommended the right food and all and got my own copy of the list the doctors had made so I could also monitor her feeding and the rest.Soon after Camilla had cleared her, she was up on her feet and asking to be tak
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWENTY-SEVEN: Natalia's POV: ‘...He's fighting for his life.’I swayed on my feet, suddenly lightheaded as my chest wound up so tight no air escaped or came in. My vision blurred but I could feel hands trying to steady me.I… I only just got him back.Why?Why?!!!!Why me all the time!?!?What if he dies? WHAT IF HE DIES?!Oh God. Oh God. Which superior being's meal had I pissed in before I was born? Why was I allowed happiness for a fleeting second only to watch it being snatched away?! And… and… Gianpaolo? My heart ached. He's only just met me too! I heard muffled voices around me but I couldn't seem to concentrate. I knew I was panicking but I couldn't do anything about it.Fuck. Fuck.I can't have a panic attack now. My… my baby. It will upset them….I tried to claw my way back to sanity but my throat ached, my chest felt like it trapped air in it and I couldn't fucking breathe.Now, I was panicking because I thought I was killing my baby.I was desper
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Twenty-Six: Enzo’s News.
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWENTY-SIX: Carlo’s POV: Something about the urgency of Enzo’s voice made my stomach tighten and beside me, I could feel Natalia go stiff. What could be the problem now? “…Look, if he's upset again, I can go speak with him, there’s no need for trouble,” Natalia said from beside me, already making a move to slip out of bed when I shook my head. “Don’t worry, there will be no trouble,” I assured her. I had no intention of fighting with the man. Still, I wasn't going to hug and kiss his cheeks and make up but for her, I’m willing to act civil. She eyed me with uncertainty and concern. “Are you sure? You heard Enzo, he says there's a problem.”“Doesn’t mean I’ll let it escalate,” I replied calmly. “Come on now, let’s freshen up and we can deal with whatever afterward—”“But, Carlo—”“We reek of sweat and sex, we should clean up before solving whatever the problem is,” I urged and then turned to the door with a louder voice. “Enzo, we’ll be down in ten min—”“Fi
