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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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-08Mafia’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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-09Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Eight: Childhood Memories (2)
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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-10Mafia’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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-10Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Ten: Where It All Began.
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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-11Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Eleven:
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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-11Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Twelve:
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWELVE: Carlo's POV: PRESENT….Natalia had gone still beside me. She fought hard to mask her expression that I couldn't tell if she was shocked, confused, and/or worried…Recalling that night wasn't an easy feat. It reminded me of so many memories I'd rather bury at the back of my mind forever… It was the same memory that had haunted me for years… Father's ruthlessness, my weakness, and Gianpaolo's betrayal…Even as he'd confirmed the words, even as father had tossed the lewd photographs of mother with the young man after I'd still insisted that Gianpaolo was lying, I knew mother was being framed. One might have called me stupid back then, saying that I had way too much faith in my mother and they wouldn't be wrong. I trusted that woman more than my own self, I knew her inside out, I'd been by her side for years, mother was as pure as a dove and I could bet my life on it. Her only flaw? It was loving Rinaldo Moretti. She had an unwavering loyalty for him and so
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-12Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Thirteen: You Were Brave.
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTEEN: Carlo's POV: PRESENT….“I… I missed,” The words came out in a strained sob.It should be embarrassing that I'd completely broken down in front of the one woman I hoped to impress in life but I couldn't find it in me to stop the tears from flowing or the way my breath hitched as breathing became a struggle…She was grabbing my entire arm now, rubbing my shoulder and back and it was a struggle to not pull away…. I was fine. I should be fine. It had happened twenty years ago, I should have moved past it but I know deep down that I was still stuck in that moment. The moment I'd made the greatest mistake of my life.“I hadn't meant to shoot her. Never,” I explained, needing her to understand me, to believe me. “It was a mistake.” “I know. I believe you,” she whispered softly, so softly, it could have been missed. “I can't imagine how much pain that must have caused you.” The pain was blinding.I still remember how the hall fell quiet, even the guards bes
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-04-12
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Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Fifteen:
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & FIFTEEN: Carlo's POV: PRESENT…“I can't believe Angela and Alessandro's mom did all that to you and your mom and still, you raised them and loved them,” Natalia scoffed angrily and I smiled.“Their mother hated them anyway and if we are being honest, I and zia did most of the work even before the incident,” I tell her. “Still, it is unfair.”“You talk like you aren't raising the child of the man who traumatized you,” I pointed out and she frowned.“That's different!” “It is really not.”Her frown deepened. “But Alessandro hates you, he tried to kill you! He thinks you deserve to die for what you did to his mother.”True. But.. “Alessandro doesn't know the whole truth and I don't blame him. I can't even punish him for it.”“Then why did you send men to look for him?”I gave it a brief thought before I replied. “Well, at first, I was furious. I still am. He put you in danger when all he really wanted was to harm me. I needed to punish him for that. But then, af
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Fourteen:
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & FOURTEEN: Carlo's POV: FLASHBACK….The blood stopped flowing at some point, its color darkening the more it was exposed to oxygen and as it started to form a sticky, drying mess.Mother…What have I done?!I remained on my knees, unmoving as I held her close to me. I'd hoped it wasn't real, that I hadn't just shot my mother dead… but there was no mistaking the smell of blood, the sight of it, and how her body began to grow cold…I couldn't speak, only the tears wetting my face could express how I felt…I'd killed her.My hands shook, and a cold shiver overtook my body as I felt the pit in my stomach deepen.They were on me in seconds—the guards. I let them rough-handle me. There was no point putting up a fight. I could barely hear the words coming out of my father's mouth, it felt like my head was underneath water. Every sound is muffled, they seem to be coming from somewhere far away. I barely registered my surroundings as the guards dragged me out of the hall
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Thirteen: You Were Brave.
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTEEN: Carlo's POV: PRESENT….“I… I missed,” The words came out in a strained sob.It should be embarrassing that I'd completely broken down in front of the one woman I hoped to impress in life but I couldn't find it in me to stop the tears from flowing or the way my breath hitched as breathing became a struggle…She was grabbing my entire arm now, rubbing my shoulder and back and it was a struggle to not pull away…. I was fine. I should be fine. It had happened twenty years ago, I should have moved past it but I know deep down that I was still stuck in that moment. The moment I'd made the greatest mistake of my life.“I hadn't meant to shoot her. Never,” I explained, needing her to understand me, to believe me. “It was a mistake.” “I know. I believe you,” she whispered softly, so softly, it could have been missed. “I can't imagine how much pain that must have caused you.” The pain was blinding.I still remember how the hall fell quiet, even the guards bes
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Twelve:
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWELVE: Carlo's POV: PRESENT….Natalia had gone still beside me. She fought hard to mask her expression that I couldn't tell if she was shocked, confused, and/or worried…Recalling that night wasn't an easy feat. It reminded me of so many memories I'd rather bury at the back of my mind forever… It was the same memory that had haunted me for years… Father's ruthlessness, my weakness, and Gianpaolo's betrayal…Even as he'd confirmed the words, even as father had tossed the lewd photographs of mother with the young man after I'd still insisted that Gianpaolo was lying, I knew mother was being framed. One might have called me stupid back then, saying that I had way too much faith in my mother and they wouldn't be wrong. I trusted that woman more than my own self, I knew her inside out, I'd been by her side for years, mother was as pure as a dove and I could bet my life on it. Her only flaw? It was loving Rinaldo Moretti. She had an unwavering loyalty for him and so
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Eleven:
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
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Ten: Where It All Began.
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
Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Eight: Childhood Memories (2)
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
