All Chapters of The Mafia's Redemption : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MarcoHer sudden reaction doesn't bother me as much as her state of health. She's getting worse by the minute and I don't have a way to bring her back to her memory, back to the sweet innocent Sarah.“Why not? Since when did I grant you the privilege of taking decisions for me?” I ask, knowing that it's a waste of my time exchanging words with such crazy. “They'll kill you if they find us,” she adds. The fear is evident in her eyes but I know exactly what she needs.The drugs have started to take effect. I expect her to be calmer. It could be that the drugs don't work anymore for her. It's a good thing I know just the right alternative.I walk out of her room while still engaging her in the discussion,“... And who are these people, if I may ask?”I'm running out on sedatives, as I open the cupboards in the kitchen. I decide to draw out the last bottle I have. As far as I'm concerned, Sarah is not just a threat to me but herself. The more she stays unconscious, the better for her and

MarcoLarge , fancy chandeliers, suddenly find their way up the ceiling of the antique mosque, and radiant colourful lights making it seem just like a chapel ground, the typical white wedding.I sent Sophia to make a scan of the area immediately we tracked their location. There's a long roll of red carpet at the center with chairs covered in two rows of blue and white linen, filing both sides of the once–empty mosque. Beautiful flowers, lavished all around in elongated ceramic vases along the carpeted floor. A continuous row of dishes, and fine wines. A grand wedding indeed. It's Impossible to tell how hastily the decorations were planned. It looks just perfect. Normal. And Happy. Such words shouldn't be used to describe such a wedding. To the commoners and bystanders, it's an unnecessary lavish wedding of a philanthropist and a tycoon, but to the other world, it's a fancily decorated war zone, and as groom, it’s nothing close to innocent, or whatever picture the society have of me.

MarcoI'm getting really restless. What could be taking so long? The crowd is beginning to murmur.The rivals are not even here yet. Or maybe they chose to hide away until after the wedding. Just as I'm about to leave the podium, I see a woman standing at the entrance, clothed in white with a flower bouquet in her hands, and a veil over her face. The same dress Sophia had picked. The congregation awards a standing ovation as she walks in.I couldn't hide the smile on my face as she approaches the altar.“Right about time,” I heard the priest say but I didn't take my eyes off the prize. SARAH.She looks elegant in the dress. I admired the dress at the boutique but I never imagined it would fit so perfectly on her. And her breast. They look fuller than ever.I can imagine how hot our honeymoon would be. I haven't made any plans yet but that's not a problem. I've the resources. More than enough, now.She takes her position in front of me as the audience takes their seat. The hall is qui

MarcoI've had a week to myself. No guards. No missions. No Andrey. No relations. It's not enough time for me to get over Sarah's death but I needed the space. Waking up this morning, I feel refreshed, still very much miserable. Andrey hasn't been home. I'm surprised. I wanted him to be around to hear the big announcement I have for everyone. An announcement I never imagined I would make.But with what happened to Sarah, with all that she suffered before her death, it's only right for me to step up and act.Father warned me about stepping foot back there. All I wanted was Sarah's body. She deserves a befitting burial. But I guess father is right. The government must be working round the clock to capture the culprit. And with my name on the invite, my father's warnings are valid. Forcing myself out of gloom and grief, unlike the past few days, I feel nothing. Just cold blood revenge against everyone involved in this. Including my father. There's no way he's innocent. He was so quick t

SarahI missed him. At some point I thought he found out I've been following him. But from the little I know about Marco, he would definitely come looking for me. I'm not sure I want that. Or maybe I do, or why else did I follow him down here. What if he had seen me? He'll never forgive me for what I did at the chapel.Some part of me cares alot for him. So much so that I was willing to risk everything to save him. As I watched him leave back there, it felt like old times. When my life was still less complex and all I had to do was carry out Betty's bidding.The clock is ticking fast and I'm running out of time. I'm afraid I might have lost my way back to my father's mansion as I try to trace the road back. Shawn might be awake any minute. I can't tell if it was the sex that put him fast to sleep or the drug I used on him. Which ever it is. By now it should be wearing out and I can't fucking find my way.There's a wooden plank showing direction to the west. I've seen that more than