All Chapters of Mafian Hero: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Martins broke the news to me this morning that it was Diego's birthday and he wasn't even excited .Diego dragged his ass outta bed this morning and went to work immediately like it wasn't his special day in his life.Martins said Diego didn't really do much on his birthday...all he did was occupy himself with work and then fall asleep pretty early.He said he hated his birthdays and it always brought bad luck and nothing good ever came out of another year spent reminding him that he was doomed for life.Well that's definitely not happening when I'm around.I walked downstairs to find something interesting to do for him, I couldn't think of buying anything for him because like obviously it was his money I was going to use anyways.I thought about crazy steamy sex but that was just stupid.Then I walked in on Martins on a video call with Diego..."Just don't tell her I'm here, she'll probably freak out or something..." Diego said, the place he was looked all dark with little or no ligh

"Wh.. what?", I asked taken aback."Well remember he said he wanted to meet you, before the whole accident with Casio? well you're better now so he asked me to bring you over today so we could talk... everyone is actually ready to support you to defeat Mario and all...I would have actually gone back home to get you...but naa you missed me too much", he teased.I bit my inner lips."Thank you tho", I said calmly."For what?", he asked."Everything.... honestly I don't even know where to start, you've been too much help to me"I explained.He smiled."You're welcome", he said and kissed my forehead and then got busy with his phone.Few minutes later, his hand was on my thigh.He does that a lot honestly...I remember asking him why and he casually said he's obsessed with my body.I think I fell asleep at some point, but I do remember waking up in front of a mansion far bigger than Diego's.Scratch that...a castle far bigger than he's aunt's.We got out of the car."Your grandpa lives here

His povThat morning when I woke up, I saw my daughter getting dressed.I asked her where she was going and she told me that she had a two days piano concert and that she was performing on the both days.I would have gone with her today,but I already had plans so I promised her that I would go with her the next day. I was trying to finally have a father-daughter moment with her regardless that she isn't my real child. I still wanted to make her happy and feel loved unlike how I was when I was her age. I headed off today and I came back to the house after having a stressful argument with my grandfather again and I hear that she's been kidnapped or even worse killed.At first I thought it was a joke because who in their right mind would want to think of kidnapping my daughter knowing fully well that I would cut the person in tiny pieces and feed their bodies and bones to dogs.But then I realized it wasn't a joke.First of all, Anastasia is barely 5 years old, kidnapping is a very tra

We left Russia that very moment.Directly from Ethan's house to the airport and we flew back to Italy.I can't believe we didn't even see the signs, they were very plain and very obvious.I could have been blind to think that Mario wasn't the one who kidnapped her...Honestly he must be crazy to even think of it, kidnapping Anastasia knowing fully well that Diego will march down to his house and burn the entire place down, was he stupid?The car immediately stopped and I saw myself in front of a familiar castle house - his aunt Jessie's.Diego was quiet but his aurora held anger and danger.He walked out of the car straight into the building and we followed him behind.He headed straight for the dinning room and of course and Jessie was there."That bastard kidnapped my daughter", he shouted.Aunt Jessie was shocked the way he barged into her house by this time of the night."Diego calm down, what's going on, why are you -""I'm loosing patience, I'm loosing everything, and I swear to

So it's two months to Anastasia's birthday, it's also two months to my parents death anniversary, and it's also two months to Desdemona's death anniversary too, and trust me Diego is in the worse state I've ever seen him since I've known him.It's been a month now since Anastasia and I blame myself every day and night for it.Diego has been falling apart, he's been drinking.Martins tried to stop him, but then he realized the amount of emotional and psychological pain Diego is going through so he allowed him to at least ease off the pain a little.But that didn't help, it only weakened him more and it has ruined him.Looking at him everyday waking up to the same old news over and over again when I know that all this could end if I just die...it breaks me.I'm the reason most of this is happening, it's my fault, it has always been and it will always be.I don't know how it happened, but I find myself standing right in front of him room door knocking.I don't wait for a response, I just