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83 • A Bloody Reunion
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The Mafia Heir & The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games XIII] 84 • The Patient's Awake
◇ MYKAELA ◇ Every tick of the clock on the wall felt like a prison sentence. I sat in one of the patient chairs, the bright lights above me seemingly buzzing louder with each passing second. This freshly painted consultation room looked bigger than the one Enzo and I sat in almost two weeks ago. The furniture looked brand new. It was Dr. Sharma's clinic—her newest one here in Schenectady. Dr. Larissa Sharma, a family friend, was my gynecologist when I was still living here, before I got into med school. The doctor sat across from me in her swivel chair, her fairly wrinkled hands crinkling the sheets of paper on her desk. They would end this torturous wait and determine the course of my future. Right here. Right now. I scratched the itch under the strap of my mask, trying my best to sit still, nervously waiting for Dr. Sharma's confirmation. She just came back with my test results. Despite her mask, I could tell she was giving me a reassuring smile. But beneath her smile, her conc
The Mafia Heir & The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games XIII] 85 • End Of The Hunt
× WARNING! GRAPHIC CONTENT BELOW INTENDED FOR MATURE READERS ONLY! × ◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ Bullets whizzed across the room. Flashes of light ricocheted around us. I winced at the earsplitting noises. I dropped to the ground, my heart pounding in my chest. My ears were ringing. My legs felt tired. Weak. But we had to get out of here alive. Two of the guards kept groaning in pain on the floor. The other guys kept swearing in Italian. Panic filled their eyes as the shots went on. Buzzcut Blondie, the youngest guard, wouldn't stop writhing on the ground. His pale arm was bleeding, leaving bright red smudges on the floor. The others were trying to hide under the table. One of them dashed to the entrance. The coward ran out of the bunker as the deafening noise reverberated within the cramped walls. The fugitive we'd been hunting down didn't try anything to prevent the whole thing from escalating. The bastard even joined in. During the first round of gunshots, he swiftly jumped over the bed
The Mafia Heir & The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games XIII] 86 • Till Plagues Do Us Part
◆ LORENZIO ◆ Two and a half weeks. One more and I'd be off the rails. This would've happened much earlier if that bloody virus wreaking havoc all over the world had been properly tracked and contained months ago. But, no use being upset about the state of the world at this point. I didn't agree to imprison myself for weeks, pondering my entire existence just to spoil this night for her. For us. The mere sight of her standing beside my couch, patiently waiting for me—it tugged at my chest. Every inch of me ached for this day. The long, dreadful, anxiety-filled nights without her... It was all over. Fucking finally."Hey." Mykaela looked up from her phone. "Hi," she replied with more enthusiasm. Her lean shoulders tensed up. Excitement? Some nerves and apprehension? Something in my core twitched when our gazes locked. I could only hope she missed me as much as I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. "Hi, love." I smiled. I wished I didn't have to wear this mask, but it was
The Mafia Heir & The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games XIII] 87 • A Complicated Family
◆ LORENZIO ◆ As I put on clean clothes, messy and dark thoughts spun in my head, pushing me to step out of the bathroom and confront our issues. The rest of the house stayed quiet. Alarmingly silent. We'd be having dinner alone in a few. The food Mykaela thoughtfully prepared was just waiting downstairs. Darn. I had to fix this now. Another stupid fight about her stalker and her manipulative older brother was definitely not the prelude our long-overdue dinner date indoors needed. I let out a sigh. I sat alone on the edge of the bed, my fist and gut clenching, the dimness offering no comfort. My heart skipped a beat when I found her buried under the sheets. Covered from head to toe. Lying on her side. Fetal position. Sniveling. Mykaela wiped her tears off with a handkerchief, crying to herself and not quite trying to hide it. Everything inside me twisted into tight knots. My chest felt heavy. Tired. Like the rest of me. Logic and past traumas told me I shouldn't give in—but I ju
The Mafia Heir & The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games XIII] 88 • Back From The Abyss
San Carlo, Italy◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆ Another day. Another chance.The words echoed in my head, drowning out my other thoughts as I walked out of the lobby. The nippy breeze cut through me when I stepped out into the almost empty parking lot, as if it knew I needed some kind of distraction from all the psychological turmoil I mostly kept to myself. I turned around to stare at the letters mounted on the front of the facility. This might be the last time I'd get a good look at this place. I didn't want to call it a prison, even though some days it definitely felt like one.On the outside, it didn't look too big. The three-storey buildings didn't look new, either. But the whole property was roomy enough for dozens of patients. The untouched vegetation around the lot only added to its rustic appeal."You okay, Boss?"I turned to find my bodyguard approaching me with a pack of nicotine gum, his arm no longer confined in a sling. "Better than I thought," I sighed. I took off my mask to give h
The Mafia Heir & The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games XIII] 89 • Wife Material
◆ MAXIMILIANO ◆I left Mamma's office and made my way to the parking lot after enduring ten minutes of small talk with some coworkers.The chilly weather seemed less hostile at this hour, as if it had sensed the shift in my mood. Alessio drove off after I told him I gotta check up on my wife.Wife.I winced. Not because Adreana didn't fit the role I asked her to play. I wouldn't have wifed her up that fast if I thought she wasn't emotionally mature enough, or couldn't handle the most basic household duties.The problem was me. Of course I was the issue. Even months after that rushed courthouse wedding, my brain still couldn't fully deal with the fact that I was someone's husband now. I couldn't even handle my own shit. Let alone another human being.It was sheer luck I found someone as caring and understanding as her. "She doin' okay?""Adreana? Yeah." Alei stepped on the gas. "Better than last month.""You sure Joachim's still in the hospital?""Hundred percent comatose. Just the way
The Mafia Heir & The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games XIII] 90 • Impostor Syndrome
◇ MYKAELA ◇I felt like a fraud. An inadequate and incompetent failure. A liar, basically.Maybe some people I'd met actually thought I was an impostor. Nothing but a tryhard. Some days I just felt as if I were made to understand, but not to be understood. And lately I couldn't help but feel a myriad of emotions redirecting the course of my thoughts practically every minute.Nothing new, though. These past few years had been a constant battle with this mindset. This anxious brain. All this negativity.But I knew I should feel grateful. Lucky. I should be thankful for a lot of things. Especially for this flawless human being in front of me.Like me, he didn't look too dressed up or underdressed. Despite his schedule, Lorenzio took the time to arrange this romantic dinner after he wasted his entire day at our graduation ceremonies, looking adorable and proud as he cheered me on and took pictures of me and Mommy Tilda all over the place.I sat back as the evening sun dipped below the cit
The Mafia Heir & The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games XIII] 91 • The New Tomassini Heir
Florence, Italy ◆ LORENZIO ◆ Rain pelted on the windows as I sat next to my brother's loveseat in the middle of his spacious living room. Gray clouds hid the mid-afternoon sun, and the house, which once held memories of private and carefree moments, now felt like a comfortable prison. To me at least. This used to be my brother's favorite vacation house: a 4000-square meter countryside property with four bedrooms, three bathrooms, an expensive fireplace, a huge yard, and a wide pool Leandro actually designed himself. Now that he was behind bars for violating his house arrest, he phoned and practically begged me to take his ex and their baby here. To keep them safe and away from unwanted media attention, he said. I supposed he just wanted to make sure that Rafa wouldn't be my nephew's stepdad anytime soon. The situation felt peculiar, to say the least. But I just couldn't say no to his request. An innocent child was involved. A clueless, helpless newborn. Leandro and Alodia's baby
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