All Chapters of Ruling the Mafia World: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Gab’s POVMarco and Skye were still asleep when I woke up. I thought about preparing some food for breakfast while they were resting, but Marco woke up when I was about to step out of the room. “Hey….” Marco’s voice was barely a whisper, but as I was already looking at him when he looked up and called my attention cautiously, I responded with widened eyes as if asking him if he needed anything. I watched Marco carefully step out of the bed and as he gave me a sign to wait, I did as he asked. I waited. Marco moved trying not to make any sound so Skye would not get awakened by him. When he finally made it, I noticed he was already clothed. Unlike Skye and I, because we slept naked the whole time. I had to put my clothes on when I woke up. We left Skye sleeping on the bed and headed to the kitchen. “Did you sleep last night?” I asked when we arrived at the kitchen. “Barely….” he answered. “Wanna tell me about it?” Marco sighed. I went to the water dispenser and had a drink, then

Skye’s POV “What is going on?!” I asked with indignation. I could not understand what the fuss was all about so suddenly. “We have to get out of here! I will explain everything on our way out,” Marco insisted when I could not decide whether to comply or to ask for clarity first. “I found a less guarded way out of here,” Gab sprang up from his chair and as if he understood the situation better than I did, Gab was quick to move around, like a soldier about to disembark to a deadly mission. I was still confused, and in my dazed state, my eyes watched every movement they made, hustling and bustling. Gab ran to the bedroom, I assumed he was going to get something, while Marco went to gather the weapons we brought in here and secured them in his possession. Gab came back with sets of comfortable clothes I could wear and they both helped me get dressed. All and everything was done at an impressive speed. Next thing I noticed, we were running on our own with Gab leadin

Marco’s POVThe moment I saw that face whom Skye identified to be the man she called Uncle George, I felt an indescribable cringe within me. George Nahart. I did not know much about this person. I am somehow considered to be a man that had something to do with the underworld, but I did not want to go deeper into the tar of lifestyle and ways this dark path had. So, I might have heard of the name, but I never gave it so much attention. It never occurred to me that this particular person would have so many things to do with a part of my past, or a part of my foster parents’ lives. Now, this man crossed paths with Skye. Or maybe, it was the other way around, but still, this was…!Unbelievable! Unacceptable! Or maybe, this was a curse or something worse!?I had to take Skye to the mansion where I kept all the memories I could secure in my possession about her genetic parents— I recalled her addressing them this way. Maybe since she was born through a surrogate mother, she wanted to spe

Gab’s POVI was not expecting Skye would hear me talking to Marco, as I tried to explain things to him. I understand why he was clueless. Because he had lived all by himself, and with less close interaction with women aside from the ones he slept with, he wouldn’t have any chance to understand how women would react to things casually. But I could tell with the way Skye popped out of nowhere, pointing out I was right and that she agreed to my understanding of how she was reacting to many things that were happening around us today, she must have been listening to Marco and me, having this talk as I gave him enlightenment on many things. But as always, she amused me with how she dominated the situation with elegance. She demanded Marco to tell her everything she ought to know. And just as I expected, she was indeed waiting for Marco to tell her what was going on. I was curious myself, but I knew Marco would tell me what I needed to know, if I needed to know anything about the matter, o

Skye’s POV“What?!”Gab and I exclaimed in unison. I looked at Gab. “Are you sure about that?” Gab asked. I was totally blown away by what Marco had just said. I thought I had found people who cared for me genuinely. How did everything turn out to be this mess?!“Yeah,” I seconded Gab’s words. “Are you sure about what you’re saying?” Marco showed me another photo with a woman and a man sitting up front while five men were standing behind them. The oddity of this photo was the fact that aside from the two up front, the faces of the men staring behind them were marked with an “X” in red ink. I looked blankly at the photo. The man and the woman up front looked the same as the faces of the couple Marco showed me earlier without masks. If what he was saying was right, this couple was my genetic parents. “They look familiar….” Gab murmured as he gave the image a closer look. “This one looks like George Nahart. This one is Lylle Adams. Yeah! Right! They all look the same as the people