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Mafia’s Property. Forty-Six: Meeting With The Heads.
Carlo's POV: I was reviewing some documents and business deals when I felt eyes burning into the side of my head. Without turning my head. “What?” I sighed exasperatedly A low chuckle escaped him. “I'm just curious,” Enzo replied. My brows lifted as I finally turned to face him. “Curious about what?” Clasping his palms together, he leaned forward against my desk. “So you've been fucking Antonio's daughter. That was fast.” “I haven't fucked her. Not yet,” I replied in a dismissive tone, hoping he'd drop the conversation. But of course, he doesn't. If there was anything being friends with him for over fifteen years had taught me is that Enzo didn’t let things go until he was satisfied. “Well, from what I've heard,” he began. “You've been fucking her. You honestly don't have to penetrate her with your cock—” “Cristo santo,” I cut him off sharply. “Is this the work we ought to be doing now? Discussing my bedroom activities?” Enzo ignored my warning glare, resuming
Last Updated : 2024-11-25Mafia’s Property. Forty-Seven: Gelato
Carlo's POV: My brows dipped as a frown clouded my features. “Are you suggesting that I remarry, Alfredo?” The old bastard stared up at me, lips pursed into a thin line, he nodded. “Cazzata!” I growled. {Nonsense} He held his hand up. “Listen, that is a good suggestion and as much as you may not agree with it, what Nicolò said was true. Your son ran away and that doesn't look good for your character, it portrays you as ‘weak’ soon our rivals would think we are disorganized and weak. You know a presiding leader should always have an heir.” I thrust my hands into the pockets of my slacks, my eyes darting from one man to the next. I had fought to be Capo at age nineteen, I had killed and lost a lot to get here, to earn my spot. At twenty-four I became the youngest leader of the family against all odds. I'd be damned if I let these bastards question my credibility, my strength, my authority. Left to me I'd have wiped them off a long time ago, I had no problem doing that.
Last Updated : 2024-11-25Mafia’s Property. Forty-Eight: A New Mission.
Natalia's POV:“How do you know he's going on a business trip,” I hissed, pacing the dark hallway.Vittoria crossed her arms over her chest, leaning casually against the wall as if we weren't seconds away from getting caught. “I’m a maid, remember? I hear things. Carlo was speaking to Enzo about it last night. Something about going to Russia to sign a deal with Ivan Kozlov.”I stopped pacing, narrowing my eyes at the way she'd said that name. “What is it? Is there something wrong with this Kozlov guy?”She let out a slow, deliberate sigh, gaze darting around. “Yes and no,” she murmured.My brows dipped further. “What does that even mean?”“Ivan Kozolov is also one of the richest men in Europe, and most definitely the most powerful and richest in Russia. The media portrays him as this business tycoon who has flourishing businesses including oil companies but that's not all…” She trailed off. “What is with the suspense? Just say it, we are on borrowed time here,” I whispered harshly.
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
Last Updated : 2024-11-29Mafia’s Property. Fifty-Two: A Private Jet.
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 : 2024-11-30
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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 spluttering sou
Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Fifty-Six:
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FIFTY-SIX: Carlo's POV:MEANWHILE… BACK AT THE MANSION…It might seem creepy that I watch Natalia more than a normal human should, right? But I couldn't help it, especially now…I'd obsessively called Camilla more times in a single day than necessary and I'm sure she was tired of my calls and too many questions already. Few minutes earlier, I'd just got off the phone with her and her parting remark was, “I know I said to be more careful and treat her well because it's her first time and all of that but I didn't ask you to overdo it! You're being excessive and it's barely a week!” Overdo it? Was she kidding? And how is it that she tells me what to do and then turns around to switch up? Also, what's considered as excessive? How do I not be ‘excessive?’ Fuck that, I was paying her handsomely for this and if I wanted her attention on Natalia all the time, then so be it…Also, there was one more thing I needed to get done in order to ensure Natalia's safety and com
Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Fifty-Six: Park Date :) 2
Angela’ s POV:He thinks I'm perfect?Me? I..I wasn't perfect.My eyes darted around and I realized we had people watching and that made my face flamed hard. “Rueben,” I whispered . Can you set me down already? Everyone's looking.” He glanced around briefly, then flashed me a smile. “I don't care about them, but if you do…” he leaned in, planting a chaste kiss on my lips, shocking me. “I'll do as you say.” I was still dumbfounded, heart thumping erratically from the soft kiss when he set me onto the large picnic blanket and settled down beside me. I watched quietly as he began arranging the stuff he'd probably set down before I realized he was behind me. The more I watched him, the more my chest swelled with so much emotion. I didn't just ‘like’ this man… I think… I think I'm in love with him.I could barely contain these feelings anymore. The pressing urge to kiss him, spend hours talking to him, hugging him tightly, just wanting to be around him. Love. That was what I was feel
Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Fifty-Four: Park Date :)
Angela’s POV: PRESENT…That kiss wasn't my first, but it was the first time a kiss as simple as just brushing lips had me melting on the inside, my brain short-circuiting. If only that damn nurse hadn't so rudely interrupted, I would have kept kissing him for hours!Well, enough of the daydreaming, I was seeing him today for our picnic date like he'd promised. The plan was to let Ava mingle with the other kids while we have at least twenty minutes to ourselves.Annoying right? I know, but it was all we could have for now, that is until I found the courage to tell my family I was interested in someone again after the last disaster…. Now my biggest issue was, how long was Rueben willing to endure these hide and seek and stolen moments for me? How long until he was tired of hearing my excuses?The thought of it made my heart clench and made me crazy with anger so I decided not to dwell on it.After breakfast, I waited patiently for Natalia and zia to prepare a very excited Ava for our
Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Fifty-Three: Kisses
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Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Fifty-Two:
Angela's POV: I waited patiently for the doctor to be done examining Natalia, given her instructions on what to do and whatever it was that a pregnant mother should know.I smiled at her expression as she was listening attentively to Doctor Fabbri. She looked cute jotting down the information on her phone. She will be a good mom irrespective of her age, I could just tell… I did kind of feel jealous though. I mean, I wanted a husband and a baby of my own and I thought one day, that wish would come to pass until I was forced to be bound to a wheelchair for life.But I was happy for her though, truly. More importantly, I was happy for my brother. He might be too stubborn to see what's in front of him or to admit it, but it wouldn't be long now until he realizes…That aside, there was a reason why I was here today. It's a secret and no one else had to know. At least, not yet. I just needed Natalia's permission to grant me the best cover I could think of…“And that's all for today,” Doc
Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Fifty-One: Found Family.
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Mafia’s Property. Hundred & Fifty: Feelings¿¿
Natalia's POV: My face was burning…‘She knows. She definitely knows.’ I thought to myself as the maid carefully set the tray down on my dressing, clearly avoiding my eyes and Carlo's.“I'm leaving now, miss,” she said, hurrying out before I could even reply and I turned to Carlo with a glare.“Great, now I'll never not be awkward around that maid,” I huffed and he pulled me in for a side hug.“I could let her off, if you want,” he suggested, placing a kiss on my cheek and I tried to wriggle out of his hold. “I didn't say that,” I sighed deeply. “You can't fire someone because you refused to wait until we were alone to do…”“To do what?” He teased. “Go on, say it.”“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes. “I'm just saying it was crazy letting her stand by the door while we did what we did.” He pretended to brush something off my tee shirt. “But you liked it, didn't you?” “Liked what?” I feigned ignorance.But he wasn't buying it, if the way he was biting back his smile was any indication. “
