All Chapters of FORBIDDEN LOVE WITH THE MAFIA KING: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

KAYLA The rain lashed against the windshield. The silence that came with the rain and the evening was both peaceful and eerie. Miro and my birth dad had explained everything to me about how I had been kidnapped as a child. I honestly knew they weren't lying - they had no reason to. Besides, I trusted Miro more than anyone. What I hoped for was dad - Chief Jonathan would have a good reason for what he did. My mind raced, a whirlwind of emotions spiralling within me. I stared at my phone as I watched it make multiple attempts to connect - I was calling my dad. It rang a few times before he picked up. “ I didn't think you'd be calling me anytime soon especially with everything that's happened,” his voice was laced with a certain degree of displeasure. “ The best you could have done as my dad is call me every now and then to check up on me,” I answered, not hiding my anger. “ We both know that's not why you called, so go ahead and spill,” he answered noncha

KAYLA Stepping out of the house, I was met by a line of black cars with Miro and some men in black waiting for me. “ Given your temper, I can guarantee that you didn't leave him untouched,” Miro passed a comment. “ Am I that obvious?” I sighed. “ Maybe,” he shrugged. “ You look sad though,” he noticed. “ Everything is still so hard to wrap my head around. Simply put, I'm yet to accept it fully,” I admitted. It was hard to come to terms with my current reality. Twenty-seven years of my life was a lie and it was breaking the more I think about it. “ I'm more annoyed by the fact that we can't touch him,” I added. “ You didn't kill him though, did you?” He questioned. “ I'm not crazy enough to throw away my life because of a delusional idiot like him,” I assured him. “ Even if you did kill him, you need not worry because there's no way you'd be going to jail with the Russo family behind you,” he assured. “ I'm not sure you sh

KAYLA Contrary to what I believed, I settled in rather quickly. It practically felt like it was my home to begin with - maybe because it was. “ Should we go shopping?” Liliana hugged me from behind as I stood beside a bookshelf in our library. “ It's barely afternoon,” I sighed, closing the book I was glancing through. “ Since when did shopping have a time allocated to it?” She let go of me and spun around, most likely already imagining how blissful it would be. “ Why does this feel like a family trait?” I muttered, remembering how Miro would always suggest that we go shopping whenever I was down. I wouldn't be surprised if it's a family thing. “ Did you say something?” She hadn't heard me clearly. “ No, I was just wondering if shopping is some sorta family trait given how Miro asks exactly the same way if we exclude his lack of expression,” I repeated. “ I don't know if it's a family thing but I mean, who doesn't like shoppi

KAYLA “ Wouldn't it have been better to just date a member of a mafia? I mean, you both would quickly connect,” I suggested. “ When I was younger, I did everything within my power to not date someone from the mafia,” she explained.“ I just wanted to love a regular civilian and live a normal life but it's like my life was against anything normal,” she said in a depressing tone. “ You said you were dating, right? Who are you dating now?” I was curious. “ You have to pinky promise not to tell dad or Miro,” she whispered as she stuck out her pinky. “ Is it that big of a deal?” I raised a brow. “ Shhh!” She hushed me as she grabbed my hand and made me pinky swear. “ It is and if either of these two find out, we're toast,” she said in a low voice. “ Your life seems like something straight out of the movie,” I commented. “ Right? Anyway, I told you about how I just wanted to live a normal life and date a regu

KAYLA “ Is something up between you and Miro?” Liliana asked as she reapplied her lip gloss. “ Well, we haven't been on good terms for some time now,” I sighed. “ Though, I'm more bothered by why you have to reapply your lipgloss and spray my perfume,” I emphasized. “ Don't be so stingy,” she waved her hand in upward and downward motions. “ A lady must look good and smell nice no matter the situation,” she inhaled deeply after spraying my perfume. “ It's a family dinner,” I squinted my eyes. “ In our house,” I added. “ So? Whoever said we couldn't put on airs in front of family?” She always had the last word. “ You still smelt like your perfume though,” I said. “ That might be true but my nose has already gotten used to the smell that I can no longer perceive it so dabbing some extra wouldn't hurt,” she shrugged. “ I can't deal with you,” I sighed. “ Come on, let's head downstairs,” I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled he