All Chapters of Ruling the Mafia World: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Almira’s POV I stepped out of the house with a tray of sliced fruits in a lunchbox and sandwiches wrapped in parchment paper. George and two of the garbage collectors were attentively listening to George, but I saw one of the guys with the same uniform as the collectors walking into the neighbors’ houses, picking the trash bags in front of their gates. I was almost to feel sorry for him as it seemed like the other two guys were slacking off, but I saw the hardworking guy glance in our house’s direction, and it would have been impossible for him not to notice his colleagues idling around, yet the man would not bother. Maybe seeing George holding a pitcher and one of his colleagues holding a cup made him understand that his colleagues were asking for drinks. And maybe he wasn’t as thirsty as his comrades, so the guy kept working without expressing any signs of complaint. “Here, I hope you guys do not have any allergies to anything, but they are mainly flour, eggs, bacon, and lettu

Skye’s POV“Alfonso!?” I felt like lightning struck me all of a sudden. I have been in deep thought about something because I noticed Marco would react somehow weirdly whenever we get deeper into our interrogation. I couldn’t point out what he was reacting to exactly, but since he wasn’t willing to share his thoughts even when I had already told him that he could talk to me about whatever it was that had been bothering him ever since we started this investigation. I also asked Gab if he knew what had been bothering Marco for the past few days, but he said he did not know either. “I wish I also knew. I am also a bit confused since his mood would return to normal after every session of questioning.”These were Gab’s words when I asked him after meeting and interrogating three of our targets. And I agreed with Gab with his observations. I thought Marco was not pleased to hear that everyone we questioned was saying negative words about his foster mom and dad, Regina and Brandon— also m

Marco’s POV“I believe so, based on the results of the DNA test that Matt had done,” I answered calmly. “Despite what these bastards are saying, I do not take their words to be true. And maybe, just maybe, even if they bet their lives and claim to be witnesses to the accusations that they are making against your genetic parents, who happen to be my foster parents, I don’t think my belief will ever change,” I continued. Skye stared at me in disbelief. “Marco, I don’t want to believe anything, but what if they were true?” Skye said with a hint of horror in her voice. “I was also aching to ask you about them, Andrea and Marcel,” Gab chimed in. “But since you seemed fine the very next day after interrogating Vincent Diera, I assumed I might have mistaken their names for other people.”We were already in the yard of Skye’s home. She asked Gab to take us there this time. I think she missed her home as we had been moving from one rest house to another in the past few days. There were also

Gab’s POV‘She is behaving strangely!’ The moment Skye started asking if Marco’s biological parents were Andrea and Marcel, she seemed to be greatly shocked. I had a wild guess their names were somehow important, but no one mentioned Marco or anything that would lead me to clarify the thought that popped into my mind only the very first time someone mentioned those names, and Marco reacted distinctively. Skye also asked if Marco was sure that her genetic parents were Regina and Brandon. It made the vague thoughts in my head clearer. ‘Does it mean Skye’s genetic parents killed Marco’s biological parents?’ I was shocked at the realization that hit me like a meteor rock falling from space. ‘If I am this shocked, I cannot imagine how Skye is taking all this information.’I silently observed the two, Marco and Skye. Skye was obviously distressed, while Marco seemed unaffected. He also said them verbally. Marco said he was not bothered about what those people that we interrogated had s

Skye’s POV“Did you want to kill me because you could not stand the fact that I am a woman and younger than you to be the new Supremo,” I asked the man named Walter Ladwick. “Bitch!” Walter answered. “A bitch who can have you tied down by your own men personally offering their help to have you immobilized?” I mocked. “You will pay for this! I swear with my life!” Walter groaned deeply. I laughed out loud, sarcastically and sinisterly. “I wonder how many lives you have,” I cleared my throat after a devious laughter. “Because it’s either you are going to be resurrected after I shot you, or you would be able to defy death after what I am going to do with you, with the way you threaten me!” “Fuck you, bitch!” Walter cursed me like his words came from the depth of his soul. “No, Walter Ladwick, I will fuck you for messing with me!” I pulled the trigger of the dart gun after shortly aiming at his left hand positioned flat on the plank of wood where he was tied on to. “Agh!” Walter c