All Chapters of Mafia Men III - Mancini's Bride: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Scott ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─I slowly walked over to Allegra and held her chin between my forefinger and thumb, Turning her head to the side to see the damage that had been afflicted on my wife. Her pale cheek was now red and a single tear slid down that cheek. I've always seen people losing their minds in anger, but never quite understood until now. Even whenever I was at my peak of rage, I was able to keep my composure. But at this very moment, I couldn't even guarantee that I could control my actions.She's a woman... She's a woman...She's my wife's mother...She's a woman...Fuck, she is a fucking woman...The next second, Allegra's hands clasped my arm, her nails digging into my forearm. She knew... it was surprising, it had only been a month since we got married but she knew that I was about to lose it."I'm fine..." she whispered, looking into my eyes. I smiled at her, she wasn't. She wasn't fucking fine. She had her handprint on her delicate cheek. She was already hurt from last nigh

Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─"Did I miss something? Because I don't recall giving you permission to bring Linus to my place," he asked with a hint of apathy in his tone. "I could be mistaken, but I don't remember you asking me for permission either."I shrugged my shoulders, trying to keep my composure, while my heart pounded with apprehension. "I assumed you'd understand that Grandpa needed care, and I couldn't just leave him alone." He let out a mocking laugh and shook his head in disbelief, "Oh, of course, because my house looks like a perfect hospice where you can dump anyone who's sick."I was taken aback by his tone, the way he phrased it. My eyebrows pinched together, "It's just for a few days then he'll leave. He needs someone to take care of him. I'm not going to leave him alone at this time..." "The doctor said he is fine now, isn't he?" "Yes, but—""No, buts, Allegra. I don't want a stranger in my house.""He is not a stranger, he is my grandfather. I can't leave him alone when he

Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─Overwhelmed by shock and horror, my legs crumbled beneath me, causing me to collapse onto the cold, hard floor. My gaze locked onto Ray's face, desperate for any reassurance that this was all just a stupid prank, refusing to accept the cruel reality before me.My chest heaved up and down, I didn't cry, I don't know why, I couldn't cry. The tears didn't come. I just didn't know what was happening around me. The world transformed into a hazy blur before my very eyes. The only sound I could perceive was the rhythmic cadence of my own breath, the echoes of my racing heartbeat thudding persistently inside my mind.Father Linus Rossi passed away earlier this morning... No, no, he didn't. He was just here a few hours ago. He was here with me. We talked, I fed him with my own hands, I gave him his medication, and I made sure he was perfectly comfortable in bed. He seemed perfectly fine. The doctor even assured me that he was in good health and could be taken home. He was a

Scott ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─I watched as Allegra left and their car drove away. My chest felt empty, my eyes aflame with an unfamiliar, suppressed fury.I felt this burning desire to chase after the car and forcefully snatch her from Evangeline's grasp, she wasn't hers to take care of. She was mine. She had my last name, I had more right to her than anyone else present here. I wanted to get her back to our home and to fall to my knees and beg her forgiveness for the unforgivable. Except I couldn’t, because I was the one who’d hurt her. I was the one who lost his shit and threw her grandfather out of the house when they both needed each other the most. Ray and the rest of the bodyguards trailed behind them while their car vanished from view. As my sight lost them, an overwhelming mix of frustration and anguish gripped me, provoking a trembling breath. I struggled to understand the ache that relentlessly tore through me.Linus's last word resounded in my ears, “I'm sorry, Scott. I hope one day y

Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─With a glowing smile on her face, Chiara turned to face me and firmly took hold of my wrists, urging me to follow her toward the couch.We both sat down side by side, she tilted her body towards me and held both of my hands, "So, now that we have permission, I can't wait to talk to you about everything, all that happened in the past months. I want us to go back to the way we were, Ally... before all the mess." She used my nickname, she knew it was my weaknessA surge of nauseating unease clawed it's way up my throat, threatening to suffocate me. My eyes were drawn back to him, engrossed in a seemingly urgent phone conversation, his hand gripping the bridge of his nose.Why wasn't he ready for work, he wasn't wearing his jacket and his guns were messily laying everywhere along with his knives. When is he going to leave? The top button of his shirt was open, and his tattooed chest was on display for Chiara to feast on... "So?" Chiara asked and my attention snapped b