All Chapters of MAFIA RULES: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Still pacing, I start the moment the call connects, “Why would father think to ask that if I happen to have another baby, a boy, I should think of sending him to Chicago? I mean no offense, I’m not against them coming for a visit, Chicago was my home, I was raised there, I want them to know where I grew up, and my family, you, and my other cousins, but for them to stay there indefinitely? I don’t think so.” “I didn’t think he’d actually suggest it” Mama sighed and I knew she was probably doing the sign of the cross. More like demanded, but that is his default setting. “You might not know this but your father has been trying to get another child, for years” I nod, That doesn’t come as a surprise to me while he is pleased that I was able to snag a powerful husband, Father isn’t one to be content, he always wanted a son. “He does this even knowing the risk to your health? Your life? Maybe it's time you consider moving to New York permanently?” After I was born, the midwife unlucky en

The kids are awake by the time I drag myself out of bed, Maria is feeding them in the kitchen. “Why didn’t you wake me? Good morning” I greet her. I don’t know how I overslept and the babies are up and about before me. I yawn walking closer, Maria spoons some mashed carrots and feeds Caela. “Niko said to let you sleep and I’m happy to take care of these little munchkins” She pats the side of Caela’s lips with a napkin before feeding her some more. I look up “Is he still here?” He’s usually gone by this time, looking around though there’s clearly no one else around. “In the gym downstairs I believe” Now she holds another spoon to Angel who leans forward little mouth parted in an O. “Alright thank you, I’ll go shower quickly and be right back” I lean down, dropping kisses on the children's heads before hurrying back. It’s afternoon, Niko having left after kissing the children goodbye. His eyes lingered on mine as he leaned down to brush a kiss on my cheeks before leaving. Father

“You do know you will have to expand your circle of friends?” “Hm?” “Your little coven I mean” she drawls. I sputtered, laughing “Goddess Eva, you make us sound terrible” She ignores me “While they work on keeping you informed it’s not enough, you must mingle more, it is your duty” I shrugged, unconcerned. I suppose at some point I’d have to start holding court like my aunt Sara. “Niko doesn’t like people at the house though” excluding his trusted men and cousin. “Then you will find another way, you will have to start making plans, for yourself, for the children, the younger women will come to you for advice, the older ones too, all of them will have ulterior motives, but, like it or not, you will have to entertain them, host parties and gatherings.” I close my eyes as she leans forward, a headache brimming behind my eyes. “Their children will be the next generation, not just yours, wouldn’t you rather start knowing which ones would be threats in the future?” Her brow goes up

NIKO “What will you do?” Vincent drones on in my ear, I know he is asking about the Rizzos, Lola has been doing more than hinting at me to do something to help her cousin, my wife is nothing if not resilient when it comes to protecting those she cares about, she doesn’t understand my getting involved makes him look weak. A boss that cannot control his territory? I scoffed. The men of La Famiglia are like sharks angling for blood, at the tiniest hint of weakness, they will eat you alive. Not to mention that I don’t feel like fighting someone else’s war. She and the children are my priority, keeping them safe is all I care about. Though she seems to think he would get better given time, I didn't have the heart to tell her that brutality isn't something you learn, you either have it or you dont, and Carlos Cancio sure as hell doesn't or he would have done the needful by now. Damn it. “Should I do something?” I ask my cousin though my mind is already made. He is silent for a few se

Gianna mumbles something under her breath I dont hear. “Huh?” "I hate to be the one to say this sweetheart but you’ve stopped trying” At my dropped jaw she raised both hands in surrender “Not to say that you need it, you’re so pretty it’s annoying sometimes, you would look cute even with a sack over your head and without eyebrows, which says alot. But that doesn’t change the fact that if you dress up and look good it shows that you want to be admired and desired, and in return, the male in him would react to that. I hide my face. “Take a look at you now, you’re wearing mom jeans and a white shirt, the Lola I know, the most beautiful girl in the Italian families would never dress thus” she snapped her fingers at me. I gasped in full dramatic effect. Pointing a finger at her, “I should stop talking to you, just for that statement” Used to my antics she cackles like a witch. But I frowned. “What’s wrong with mom jeans? It’s comfy and cute” I say, looking at the light blue pair I