All Chapters of Ruling the Mafia World: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Marco’s POV“Can you check on the security while I prepare the food?” Gab asked as soon as we arrived at the kitchen. “Okay, I'll be right back,” I answered readily.“Yeah, and guys, wash your face as well,” Skye mentioned as she lazily watched us getting closer to her spot while she waited at the dining table with her head above her folded arms on top of it. “I can do it here in the kitchen sink. Marco will find a toilet and bath on his way to the control room,” Gab said as he headed to the sink. I hurriedly left the kitchen to do what I was supposed to do. I also noticed Skye was starting to get tired and sleepy. I thought we should hurry up to have dinner and rest for the night. But I turned out to be wrong because we spent almost the entire night discussing so many things. We all shared our thoughts of possible scenarios to occur with every step that we were going to take from here onwards. Without noticing the time again, we ate, tidied the kitchen, and went to find a bedroom

Gab’s POVWe were all together in the room when Skye made that call to speak with the Naharts. Just as I suggested, Skye put the call on loudspeakers. Marco and I quietly listened as she spoke with the older lady. “Sweetie, is everything alright?” Marco gave me a questioning look, but as we could not make our conversation be heard, he sent me a message asking. “Do they usually speak this way?” I answered “yes” through text. “Yes, Aunt Almira,” Skye answered. “I wish to see you soon,” Skye added. I could tell she was being honest with her words. “I am so sorry, sweetie,” a man’s voice was heard. I did not have to see the man to know it was George. I also informed Marco that it was George Nahart speaking alternately with the lady Skye was speaking with earlier. But we halted our exchange of messages as the older man on the phone continued. “Your Aunt Almira and I wanted complete privacy in our nest that we have not allowed even a single camera installed. I have never felt regre

Skye’s POVI saw Marco deep in thought. I did not want to disturb him, as I assumed he was mentally recapping and restudying our plans in silence. But I did not want to leave the room all by myself. I wasn’t accustomed to the surroundings yet, even if the two of them, Gab and Marco, kept telling me this was also my home technically. I wasn’t comfortable just yet. “Let’s get ready!” I said to Marco after contemplating for a while if I should wait till he noticed me, but I realized it wasn’t happening any time soon. I told him we only had a few hours left before nightfall and that I was afraid to get lost within the walls of this mansion. The first reason was genuine. The second one was out of a little discomfort. I tried to hide my discomfort by playfully calling him by a new nickname. “Macky….”Marco smirked. He jumped from the bed, and with only a few big strides, he reached my side. Then, with his right hand hanging on my shoulders, he asked where Gab went as we walked side by side

Marco’s POV The moment we walked into the room, I was genuinely thinking about purely giving her a hand. I gave a few details about her features and looks so the person making the silicon mask would have an idea of how the person should not look similar to and without the mask. But I haven’t had the chance to check the finished product when it was sent to my address. “What the fuck is this?!” Skye asked, almost shouting in annoyance. She turned around to face me, and I almost cracked aloud in laughter, looking at her. The fiery flash of her eyes warned me not to annoy her further, so I swallowed my mirth by frowning. Skye turned around to look at the mirror again. My shoulder shook as I laughed silently, but I cleared my throat when she turned her head to look at me again. She was glaring at me, so I cleared my throat and faked coughing to save myself from a brutal death in Skye’s merciless hands at the very moment. She must have known from the stupid look on my face that I had

Gab’s POV“Good evening, Mister Diera!” Marco greeted the man with a splash of water from the bottle he was drinking. “Damn! You must have considered not losing weight in order to give your kidnappers a hard time!” Marco was huffing while I was also catching my breath. “Aaaack!” the old man screamed. He must have been awakened by the cold feel of water splashing on his face, not to mention it was done with force. The older man, bonded with tie wire, struggled to free himself as he looked around and saw no one of his men. “What is the meaning of this?” He asked with fury. “Who are you?!” “We wanted to ask you a few questions, but we do not have much time to do this your way, so you have to bear with us,” Marco answered. “That is for the first question you made,” Skye said. Her voice was icy-cold as she spoke. Vincent Diera frowned. He stared at Skye keenly. He must have been confused, or he must have felt weird to hear the voice of the ugly-looking man who sounded feminine. Vince