All Chapters of SOLD TO THE MAFIA LORD: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Hope. What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, standing and leaning my weight on my crutches. I didn’t feel half as confident as I somehow managed to sound. “How did you get in?” He stood in the light just on the other side of the coffee table looking disheveled, his shirt untucked, his hair messy, his face bruised. He gave me a lopsided grin, and I really looked at him for the first time, the dimple on his right cheek disarming me momentarily. His eyes were a light blue gray, the lashes thick and darker than his blond hair. He was tall, well over six feet, but he had a leaner build than Damian, although still muscular. Powerful. I returned my gaze to his face, saw his grin widen. The darkness in his eyes reminded me who he was. He tucked the gun into the back of his jeans before reaching into his pocket and taking something out. I cocked my head to the side when he held it out to show me, not understanding right away. “I have a key.” It dawned on me that he held a key to my

Damian Hope sat silently beside me. “What is it?” I asked after a few minutes. “Effie is Tony’s daughter. Isabella confirmed it.” “I’m not surprised.” “They fell in love, Damian. They were young and just fell in love. You were right in what you thought. That’s why Papa sent her away, disowning her. He gave her an ultimatum: abort or leave. She left.” I remained silent, understanding a little more of Isabella. I had pegged her to be a hateful, power hungry bitch. She might well be, but she was also stronger than I gave her credit for. “Tony was supposed to tell your father, but he never did.” I glanced at Hope. “I can’t say I’m surprised.” “He let her go all alone.” Hope looked off into the distance. “He sent her money, though.” She rolled her eyes. “Hope.” I don’t know why I felt the need to defend Tony. I wasn’t, really; I just needed to explain how things were at our house. How my father was. She opened her mouth to speak, her expression unbelieving. “Wait. I’m not defendin

Damian Isabella was a different story. Roman had spoken with her and told her the reason for the meeting. Maybe it was vanity, a feeling of being acknowledged as head of the DeMarco family, because for all intents and purposes, she was. We just underestimated the DeMarco family’s level of activity. It was stupid on our part. Isabella would be here bright and early, as anxious as me to put this behind her, now that she realized what she could have lost. I had Tony taken to a bedroom downstairs, knowing he would raise hell wherever he was just because he was Tony and he was piss drunk. Roman remained with my father while I went to check on Tony’s progress. “You are not boss yet,” was the greeting he threw at me when I walked into the bedroom. “You at least smell a little better,” I said, tossing one of my dress shirts at him. “Put this on.” I had changed too, wearing a suit minus the jacket. “You want me looking respectable for those assholes?” he asked, but he took it. “I know abo

Damian. I probably dreamed Hope calling herself pigheaded, but it made me smile all the same. And every time I opened my eyes, there she was, sitting by my side. At first, she still had blood on her. My blood. Then she looked like she had showered and changed. I saw Roman too, but she was my constant. She had remembered what I had said. What I had promised her. I vaguely recalled her voice, telling me I hadn’t yet kept the promise to give her the life she wanted. I had changed rooms. I knew it from the way the light came in the window. I wasn’t sure how long I had been in the hospital until finally, I opened my eyes, feeling a little less groggy, and the things around me didn’t seem so like a mirage. Was it a mirage? Was Hope a mirage? “Hey.” I looked up at her beautiful, smiling face. She still sat in the same place, holding my hand, watching me. “Hey.” It felt strange to speak. “How do you feel?” “Like I have been run over by a truck.” “Do you remember what happened?” My

Damian. I kept my promise to Hope. Roman came to the house the following morning and handed me the initial contract she and I had signed. I set it aside and had him draw up another one. This one forgave any and all debt any DeMarco owed any spears , real or perceived, and the two families were no longer bound in any way. And it could not be overturned at any time in the future. I signed it and had a copy sent to Isabella. I would deliver a copy to my father personally. This insane vendetta was finished. I ended it as one of the two things I did during my hours long rule over the spears family before I gave everything the reign, the rule, the power over to Roman. It was another week before I could move back upstairs to my own bedroom and another month before I was fully healed. All that time, Hope stayed with me, caring for me like I didn’t remember ever being cared for by anyone apart from my mother. I also saw Naya and Kyle. She came to give me the news she too was moving away, a