All Chapters of The Mafia Heir & The Secret Heiress [Mafia Games XIII]: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

New York ◇ MYKAELA ◇ "He's one of the Božićs' hitmen." "A soulless killer..." "He tried to kill Lorenzio and Cloe Falco." "Stay away from him." The words echoed in my head as I sat next to the labeled shelves stacked with medical supplies. A bunch of sterile masks, surgical gloves, gauze pads, and other boxed supplies. The floor reeked of disinfectant, and I didn't know why I chose this old, small, and dimly lit supply room. But it provided a moment of peace and solitude amid the chaos outside. I leaned against the metal shelf with my legs crossed, my right hand clutching my phone, days-old anxiety gnawing at my insides. The chilly night seemed to seep through the cracks in the door. But it was the mounting uncertainty that made me shiver, almost paralyzing me with a slew of dark thoughts. Lorenzio wasn't answering my texts and calls, probably still stuck in his private room in Eastside Regional, imprisoned by the relentless disease that had gripped the city. He was g

◇ MYKAELA ◇ I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be alone out here with him. He was the older brother I didn't expect to meet. Not this soon at least. He was Don Luciano Tomassini's firstborn. The rightful heir. Like Enzo, he was tall and tan-skinned. Really fit. Handsome, too. But in an intimidating and slightly menacing way. Leandro's physique loomed over me, casting a shadow that seemed to swallow the warmth from my body. His raven-black hair slicked back, showing off the hard angles of his face, his beard thicker and darker than his brother's. His muscles rippled beneath his shirt, adding to his imposing presence that made me wish I didn't accept his invitation to spend the night here. "Thanks for helping him." When he closed the distance between us, Leandro tipped the glass of wine in his hand and took a long sip. I put on a smile. I tried to look calm as his lips stretched into a crooked grin that seemed both sinister and inviting. "Glad I could help." Leandro chuckled and ke

◇ 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

◆ 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

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