All Chapters of MAFIA LORD LOVER: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

FaustEarly the next morning, I was back at my desk, reviewing a city contract we were bidding on. Mayor Volpe assured me that the work would go to my construction company, even though my offer was double the others. That was the way of things here. No one came out ahead by playing fair.The Mancini twins landed in Toronto overnight. Mancini asked about the wedding, but I didn't feel like talking. I wanted as little as possible with Francesca's family. That part of your life is over. She belonged to me, no one else. Her future was with me and my family, this property. She would remain by my side until I died.My wife.I would never get tired of saying the words.After fucking in the vineyards last night, I brought her inside to clean up and then fucked her again, this time on a bed. My back screamed in protest this morning because of it, but I have no regrets. I would take her whenever she allowed me.Giulio came in with two cups of espresso. I was impressed. He woke up early, bright-

EnzoI had no idea how long I had been trapped in the Ravazzani dungeon. Days? Weeks? Time no longer had meaning as I drifted in and out of consciousness.My entire body screamed in pain. I was pretty sure my left lung was punctured, which could happen when someone's ribs were broken like mine. I couldn't hold my head up without getting dizzy. My right shoulder was dislocated, as was my left knee. Every breath was agony.But I never broke.Somehow I had endured Faust's cruelty. I thought about my wife and children, my family. I thought about Napoli beach, my home there that I loved so much. I thought of my favorite places, my favorite meals – anything that would allow me to escape this nightmare, even if just in my own mind.I just had to keep my mouth shut and survive.Fausto still didn't have what he wanted: access to my empire. I would die before I signed it to anyone. It took me years to establish the computer fraud scheme, and the other bosses ridiculed me along the way. So when

FrancescaAfter six hours, Fausto came out of surgery in a stable but serious condition and was taken to the ICU. The doctors explained that the bullet entered through the back and exited through the side, and Marco probably saved Fausto's life by covering the wound with the feces in the car. During the operation, they repaired one of Faust's kidneys and a torn part of his small intestine and removed his gallbladder. They were optimistic about his recovery, but the risk of infection was high.He hadn't woken up yet, and they were keeping him on a ventilator for now. But he was alive. Pale, but alive.We got a big private room, one with a small bed for me. Guards were placed outside the room and throughout the hospital itself. Anyone entering Fausto's room had to wear special identification, including doctors and nurses. Considering Enzo had escaped, we weren't taking any chances.Zia began to pray over Fausto's fallen body, while Giulio and I talked quietly to the side. “I'll send som

FaustI almost got killed. Again.This time, however, it was different. The other attempts on my life were botched, easily avoided. Except for the car bomb, I saw them coming.The shooter took me by surprise. I didn't expect a coordinated attack to facilitate Enzo's escape. I suppose I should have—he knew it was me or him, that one of us would end up dead—but I was shot in the street like an infantryman. In front of my wife.What was I thinking?I had been careless, which was unforgivable. She was carrying my son. Nothing mattered more than the two of them, along with Giulio. I should have stood my ground and made Francesca cancel the appointment. Instead, I let her manipulate me to get what she wanted.I wouldn't make that mistake again.Conscience once again tugged at me and forced me to wake up. My brain swam toward the sounds until my eyelids fluttered. I expected to see the beautiful face of my wife, who spent the night here with me, but Marco was there. It was the first time he

FaustI didn't sleep much that night.Lost in thought, I watched Francesca on the bed in the corner, the even rise and fall of her chest as she slept. A son. I hadn't lied when I said I preferred a daughter. Children brought a lot of headaches, a lot of worry. I did everything I could to mold Giulio into the man who would lead my family, but I failed. He did not want.You have to let Giulio choose.Two weeks ago, before I was shot, I wouldn't have cared about your feelings. He was the Ravazzani heir with a duty to me, to the family, and his wishes didn't matter.But I could no longer say that this was still the case.As I bled on the sidewalk, I thought about those I was leaving behind, including Giulio. My good boy, who only argued with me once, and it was because of his lover, Paulo. He would do whatever I asked, even at the expense of his own happiness. But did I want that life for him?I hated my own father, who never showed any consideration for my thoughts or feelings. We weren'