All Chapters of Infernale: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

It only took a few days for us to tell Leo and Laura that their mother was missing and that we wanted to adopt them. The children refused at first but finally agreed when we presented them with evidence - fabricated evidence - that their mother had abandoned them. They were adopted under my maiden name. Leo surprised us when he said it was the right thing to do. He was afraid that their adoption would cause discord among the Ganovese. He is still so young and yet is already very mature. As soon as the adoption papers were finalized, the children asked for permission to call us Papa and Mama, which we immediately accepted. Elio didn't say anything else, but the moment he closed his eyes and took them in his arms didn't escape me. These children will be loved more than I can imagine. Since that day, I wake up every morning patiently waiting for them to call. And I cherish every moment they are near me. We did the check-up ultrasound, and I was inconsolable for an hour when I was

"Don Santo," the security team members greet me in unison. I massaged my temples as the pungent smell of cheap perfumes, the thick smoke of cheap cigarettes, and the lively music hit me hard. "Santo is enough. The Don is Elio. I've only taken over his job on an interim basis," I answer coldly. Cazzo. A young woman, completely drunk, has just tried to get past the protective screen formed by my guards. "You're here!" she says with a falsely delighted look. Another one who wants to make others believe she knows me. Me ne frego (I don't care*), and I continue my progression. I want to get out of here quickly. It's almost dinner time, and I'm pissed to make this courtesy visit just before my meal. I don't have time to realize what's going on, and I feel myself being pulled back. The drunk has just grabbed the middle of the back of my tailored jacket. "Hey, handsome, you can do whatever you want with me if you take me with you," she says to me as I stagger off. I'm like

"La Madona! You're a lifesaver, Didi!" exclaims Alvize, the manager of the VIP section of the casino. "These are my recommendations and photocopies of my cooking and training diplomas that I passed in Europe. I hope not to disappoint you tonight", I say coldly before raising an eyebrow at the way he looks me up and down. He realizes my cautious look and clears his throat loudly to get rid of the embarrassment: "I don't need to look at these papers, Didi. In the restaurant business, the only recommendation above all others is Dino Bonani." I can't hold back a mocking chuckle and pick up my papers again: "Dino Bonani is my grandfather. He could very well be playing favorites." Alvize raises both hands to face level and shakes his head in the negative: "Not a chance. You and I both know that your grandfather is THE reference. No chance of him playing favorites." I don't say anything more and just look at him coldly. He's still ogling me. "Alvize. I don't appreciate ho

(Didi) "Get out of here, all of you," Santo orders coldly in his incredibly sexy voice. I think I'll give up trying to free myself from my family and offer my services to the Ganovese. To hell with cooking! Too bad I could never be more for Santo! At least I'll be able to see him every day if I take orders from Don Elio. And, besides, I know Lucia will always be there for me and console me when I see Santo with his wife and kids. Shit, shit, shit! I've got to pull myself together. I try to head for the exit, but Santo's arm blocks my way. He points with his index finger, silently forcing me to stay, and I'm absolutely stunned by the color of his eyes. He passes me by, and I must use all the control I can muster to avoid jumping on him. But yes! I could make him a key, tie him up and do whatever I wanted with him. What I wouldn't give to get my hands on him... Hey. Stop kidding yourself, Didi. He takes his place in the main chair behind the desk and starts working withou

(Santo) I'm like a caged lion in my own home. I pace back and forth, glancing at Matteo from time to time. My little brother finally raises his head and removes the stethoscope from his ears. Then he removes the Velcro from the tensiometer around the arm of Elio, our older brother. "How's he doing?" I whisper, afraid to wake our big brother. "He's stressed," Matteo replies. "The painkillers should do their job and allow him to sleep until tomorrow morning." Matteo and I slide onto the thick carpet of the room where Elio has been taken to the emergency room. Our shoulders touch, and we sigh in unison. Matteo tugs at his tie to loosen it and gives me a sidelong glance: "You must be exhausted too. Would you like me to prepare an infusion for you too?" I rub my face with both hands: "No. I've got urgent business to attend to...". I don't know why I let my sentence trail off like that, but it's enough to make Matteo turn his head toward me. "Hey. Elio collapsed under