All Chapters of Twisted Mafia Love Story: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Reyna POVI watched Carlos’s frown turn into a smile. His a very good-looking man, with a boyish charm. Any girl would think she met her dream guy just by looking at him. He had deep dimples that was prominent when he smiled. Thick curly blonde hair and a well-defined body. His brown eyes had a hint of green in it, which made it very stricking and hard not to notice. If only the persona he reflected was who he really was, he was a tormented soul with a dark past and a mean streak that he tried to keep under control. He has a secret that only I know, his brother knew, but with his brother being dead, it’s just me that knows his truth. I will never betray his trust and I know I can trust him with my life, that is one of the reasons our bond is so strong. If I had a brother, I would want it to be Carlos.I smiled back at him, he walks up to me and wraps me in a warm hug. I hug him back, his one of the few people I allow to touch me. After my ordeal with Luca, the idea of people touching

Carlos POVWe silently sit at the kitchen island while she drinks her coffee, and suddenly my phone rings, shattering the peaceful ambience. I check the caller ID and see it’s Jose calling, I answer the call and put it on speaker so Reyna can also hear the conversation.“I’m listening”, I flatly say as I pick up the call. Jose is breathing heavily, and I instantly figure something is wrong. “Boss, this fucker tried to run, but we followed him to a new location. We still have him under surveillance, but we need to move quickly. I hear there is a rumor he obtained a new fake passport”.Balling my one hand into a fist, “I don’t what to hear about a fucking rumor. Get the facts and you make sure he stays in one place or else it’s your funeral”, I yell into the phone, Rey just silently listening. Before I hang up, she speaks.“Jose”, for a moment the line sounds dead, “Jose”, she says again, sounding more authoritative.“Mistress”, Jose’s voice sounding all raspy, clearly his shocked that

The look on Carlos’s face is priceless. His marching up and down like a foot soldier, cussing and speaking incoherently in Spanish. He stops abruptly and glares at Reyna, she could not be phased by his outburst. He watches her as she takes the time to warm up before sparing and he decides that he needs to vent. The best way is to train and spar with her. She raises her right eyebrow, watching him, as he pulls his training trunks from the same duffle bag. Not wanting to vex him any further she quietly continues her routine. She is skipping, warming up, realizing that he is going to spar with her. She chuckles, he obviously wants to vent his frustration on her.“I’ll be right back”, he doesn’t bother to look at her as he moves to go change his clothes in the bathroom. Reyna doesn’t reply, ignoring him and continues skipping, checking the timer. A few minutes later Carlos comes out of the bathroom, his changed into his black boxing trunks and white vest. As he walks over to Reyna, she

Reyna POVIt was the day of the Mafia ball, it was going to be a masquerade ball, the theme was blood and wine, clearly that meant everyone would be wearing Red. Reyna’s favorite color, but Reyna wasn’t just anyone and she was not going to conform, she was definitely not wearing red.Standing and staring at the 5 different designer gowns I had chosen, one of them was red, so I immediately removed it as an option and hung it back in my closet. I wonder what Rod is doing right now, “just stop it Rey”, my inner voice is screaming at me. Stop fucking thinking about that shithead, the asshole is going to get engaged to that bitch that made your life miserable. I run my hand through my hair, and sign, trying to block him out.“I can only imagine how dashing his going to look tonight, he was one sexy motherf….” I groan, willing my inner thoughts not to be clouded my dirty thoughts of Rodrigo.Tonight is the culmination of my masterpiece. The Chess game is in my favor and I’m about to checkma

Reyna POVI’m hesitant to answer the call, “why the hell is this man calling me now”, I hiss causing everyone to look at me. “Answer Rey, you can’t avoid him”, Carlos rubs my back while speaking, trying to calm me down. I watch the flashing of the caller ID on my phone, still not sure if I want to speak to him. Eventually the phone stops ringing, only to start ringing again a few minutes later.I get up and start walking away from the table, Carlos in tow behind me. When I’m far enough away from the table I answer the call reluctantly. “Hello, Father”, I deadpan, there is no need to pretend that I am happy to hear his voice.“Hello, dear daughter”, him referring to me like that makes me cringe. I clench my fist and wait for him to speak further. “I haven’t heard from you in a while, I know you back in the USA, and Carlos is with you. What are the two of you up to”. I scoff, like always his only interested in my wellbeing as it relates to his precious Mafia and his dealings with the He