All Chapters of The Mafia King's Priceless Possession: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Alessandro's POVI conduct the interviews while Fedele grills the women who are seated at the head of the long table in a conference room, leaning back in my enormous black chair with my arms crossed over my chest.The eleventh person is being interviewed right now.Okay, Ashley Perez—is that accurate? He inquires as he looks over her resume."Yes." She responds courtly."Alright. Your resume here states that you are twenty-one, in your third year of college, and that you previously worked as a waitress at a restaurant a few blocks away. After securing the file, he turns to face her.The woman's mouth briefly opens, but he soon gathers himself and asks, "Why do you want to work here?" after clearing his throat.She adjusts her posture in her chair. You do require extra servers, right? I have experience because I was a waiter. Just that I'll be serving drinks rather than food. Additionally, you guys pay more than my previous employment did, and I need to be able to finance continuing m

Della's POVI stare in disbelief at the woman who is in front of me. She is the last person I considered when attempting to identify my kidnapper.Frankly, the only person who came to mind was Harold; she wasn't one of them. What else would she be doing here, standing in front of me while I'm bound to a chair, unless she knows him and she's working with him?I've only ever met her once. How will Alessandro react when he learns? That is, if he hasn't already learned."Surprised?"Why the hell not! Why are you acting this way? Why would you take me captive? I must leave, Emily. I scream as wrath takes the place of dread in my body.Why would I even consider doing that, you ask? She pulls a knife out of her pocket and spins it between her fingers as she laughs maniacally as she stares down at me with a big smile and her eyes sparkling with glee.The hell? This woman is insane!She puts the knife on the side of my neck, applying a little pressure, stooping down until her face is directly

Camillo's POVThen, Princess, what else do you want to do? While we are sitting on the couch in the living room, I ask Daisy.She spent the remainder of yesterday with Alessandro. She had no desire to associate with anyone else.He asked me to keep an eye on her today so he could go see if he could learn anything new about Della's whereabouts.Well, he made me, but I prefer to hang out with Daisy. Everyone does, I'm sure of it.She isn't as spoiled as some kids.Daisy wished to never be with another person once more. She wanted to be with Alessandro, but she quickly decided to stay with me.She plays with her fingers in her lap while shrugging her shoulders.One of the maids entered the living room just as I was about to say something else.Sir Camillo, I'm sorry for interrupting, but I know Mr. Gattani is busy and dislikes interruptions. She says as she approaches Daisy and I."It's fine, what did you need?" I shook my head.She extends a dark bundle, "The mail brought this in. Miss

Della's POVI haven't been sitting here for how long, but it feels like hours. Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn't. I'm still uncertain. My breathing is heavy and slow. I'm bleeding out, broken, worn out, and feeble, leaning forward on the chair.It seems like a very long time ago when they stopped torturing me. I'm shocked I'm still alive at all considering how they stabbed my thigh, smashed my hand with a hammer, hit me several times while wearing brass knuckles, stabbed me once in the stomach and arm with an ice pick, and a number of other stuff I'd rather not tell.Who knows how long I've been gazing at the ground. My thigh is no longer pierced by the knife, yet this does not mean that the pain is any less intense.I will try to keep my eyes open for as long as I can despite my eyes' ongoing attempts to gently close. I try to move as little as possible because every time I do, pain rushes through my entire body.I don't even turn to face the door as it opens. I'm completely out of ene

I'm sitting next to Camillo, who approaches and asks, "How are you doing?"When the damn doctor comes and speaks to me, then you can ask me again. I use a low voice so Daisy won't hear me."I'm sorry, but I have faith that Della will survive. She must be tough because she is with you, right?" He gives my shoulder a little tap."You contacted my parents and told them about Della getting kidnapped," I say as I raise an eyebrow at him. Instead of asking a question, I stated.Yes, it just kind of slipped out when your mom called to check in on everyone, he says uneasily while rubbing the back of his neck.Sort of? I ponder."Considering the way your mother is, She will continue interrogating us if she senses that we are acting suspiciously until she discovers what we are trying to hide." He suddenly speaks out loud."Ah, I see. You are correct." I concur.Everyone is still awaiting word from a doctor about Della and the progress of her surgery after several hours have passed.Who is with