All Chapters of Taming the Mafia King: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 49: Home Invasion Regina’s P.O.V “Joel?” I call out his name when I can’t get their attention immediately. There were about five of them, Rico included, that were surrounding Joanna as she stood in the middle of the group of men wearing all black suits and she was running from one person to another, engrossed in some game that had the rest of them smiling ear to ear. “Look at them!” I muttered under my breath. “Who would think they were badass mafia men?” All of them looked perfectly happy entertaining a three year old. I somehow got this feeling that Joel was probably the first amongst them to become a dad and thus, now all of them were proud uncles who loved their little niece like she was their own daughter. I would love to see them when Joanna grew up. That would be a disaster. Shaking my head, I went over to where Joel was sitting and tapped him on the shoulders with his phone. He looked up confused at first, before nodding and taking the phone from me and placing i

Chapter 51: The Capo de CapiDraco’s P.O.VThe news about the attacks on the warehouse came just before boarding the flight and both Gabriele and I knew that by the time I landed in New York, the majority of the fight would already be over.“It’s not just the Triad, but some members of the Chao Pho, a small group of the Thai crime ring, had decided to join hands with Jun Feng Li, Cheng’s nephew and lend him some of his men.” Gabriel narrated as he went through all the security footages outside the warehouses and the mansion itself.The only thing I was reassured of was that Gina was already inside the safe room and wouldn’t be caught in any of the cameras.“The main attack was at the house.” He frowned. “It’s like they were trying to find out if you had any weaknesses or they were using it as a distraction.”“Or both.” I told him. “Why go for one or the other when he could have easily killed two birds with one stone?”“Young and stupid.” Gabriele shook his head. “Jun Feng wasn’t in an

Chapter 53: Knowing for SureRegina’s P.O.VTwo months after the incident at the mansion, Draco had made sure to change everything in the house that he possibly so it could no longer remind me or anyone of the invasion.Joanna had been taken to therapy every week for the past two months as well and slowly but surely, she was recovering. When she had first come out of the house and had been taken back to her own home, she hadn't left her bed for days, curling up on herself like she was trying to protect herself from the events.It was true that she hadn't witnessed most of what had been happening around her, but she had heard the first few gunshots, heard too the shouts of pain from the guards…and that had been enough to terrify the child.Joel had brought her to visit me often after that day, because for some reason, she still remembered me saving her as a positive memory and had wanted to keep on seeing me. She called me her Maui…and I tried to take that as a compliment…even though I

Chapter 55: Meeting an Unexpected GuestRegina’s P.O.V“Gabriele.” Joel gave the man a curt nod and I instantly recognized that name.Gabriele…Draco’s consigliere.I had seen him talk to this man over the phone several times in the last two months, but he hadn't been over since that time when he wasn’t able to do something correctly and Draco had become extremely furious with him, which had led him to have his business trip to Detroit…and then the attack had happened.Now, the man stood staring at me, behind Joel’s shoulders, like he had just found something very funny or amusing. I did not like that smile at all.“I came to hand over a few urgent paperwork.” Gabriele told Joel casually. “Go keep them in his office.”“The Capo isn’t here right now.” Joel said in a firmer tone, even though he took the papers from Gabriele’s outstretched hands. “You can leave the documents with me.”“I’d like to speak to Ms. Milanesi.” Gabriele tilted his head to the side, that smile still on his face,

Chapter 57: Rico and Paris 8 Paris’s P.O.V “Do you like it here?” Rico asked, looking around nervously at the restaurant for the hundredth time. It wasn’t fancy at all. It was a small establishment with a homey atmosphere that mostly served homemade Italian dishes like no other place I had been to. There were only two wait-staff, one young boy who looked around my age and another man who was old enough to be around Rico’s age. The woman behind the counter was old, not by years, but it looked like she had been worn out by the difficulties that life had provided for her. And she too kept looking at us nervously, almost like she was afraid of the reaction she would have. There weren’t that many customers today. A few people just hanging around, eating their pasta in peace by the side tables; enjoying their meals and their company. In short…I’d rather be here than any other five star hotel or bar that the mafia owned. This place was welcoming…like home. “Why didn’t you tell me your