All Chapters of Amandolo- My Cruel Mafia Man?: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The next day"Good morning" Christiano walked into the kitchen, rubbing at his eyes. "where did you go?" he asked, opening the fridge and taking out a carton of orange juice. "I got hungry" I gestured to the empty bowl which sat in the sink. He poured himself some juice, before downing it in one go. He placed the glass in the sink, before turning back to me, leaning against the counter."what?" I asked, feeling self conscious under his glare. "just thinking, I'm lucky" he went red, probably embarrassed by his soppy declaration. "anyway" he coughed, looking back to me. "I've got some things to sort out, you can do whatever you want...""can I go out?" I knew we'd had that conversation, but now the police were looking for him, it might not be safe."it's up to you, I'll have Marco come over, he can take you wherever" he walked over to me, looming over me."if this is married life with you... freedom... sign me up!" I cheered.He smiled sarcastically "I know your not gonna run away now

"how's her vitals?" I heard someone ask, I couldn't see anything... feel anything.. but I heard it."she's responding well, but she was very an anemic." someone else said. I felt someone touch my eye, before I saw a bright light.Suddenly everything came back, I could see... feel everything. "sorry to startle you" one of the nurses smiled, putting her light away in her pocket."what happened?" I pushed myself up, leaning against the headboard."We'll go get the doctor to explain everything" one of the nurses smiled, before they both wandered out of the room chatting away.The door opened, revealing Angelo, who had an awkward smile on his face."welcome back" he said, closing the door behind him "where's Christiano?" I asked. I needed to see him, I had been stupid, I'd wanted there to be something wrong because I was afraid.. I don't know why I was afraid, but I was, I'm so used to running and hiding, but from now on... "I called him but-" he was cut off by a loud slamming of doors

Carly hadn't even looked at me. Every time I entered a room she left it... But the worst thing was I didn't really care. I knew I hadn't told her... I was planning to tell her... I really was... It had been months since that day. The day Dimitri arrived.I didnt even know he existed... I'd thought he was going to get revenge at some point but it had gone surprisingly quiet on that front.1 more month. One more month until everything changed. One month until I had someone else to care about... to love... to hopefully not loose.Yes I wanted my baby, but I didn't at the same time. What sort of person brings an innocent thing into a life like this? What sort of person does that to their child? I know I can't go back... I don't want to go back... but I didn't know where to go from here. How do you protect something so... so precious from this... this poisonous life were living? Because it was, it was poisonous, not matter how much we deny it... Say we're good people deep down... This life

The next few days were the best of my life. Everything seemed to be falling into place... for once it felt normal; good. But I knew it wouldn't last long.I sat down on the rocking chair, Rosalie fast asleep in my arms, her tiny hands clasping and unclasping as she dozed lightly. I couldn't take my eyes off her, she was perfect, innocent to everything. I wanted to capture her innocent moments, because I knew that when she was grown up, and she finally understood the world we choose to live in... she won't be safe anymore."hey" Angelo stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. "hi" I whispered, beckoning him into the room."I came to see the beautiful little princess" he said, taking off his jacket and placing it over the back of my chair. Ever since the birth, me and Angelo had gotten close. He was becoming the brother I had always wanted..."here" I said, standing up carefully. I handed Rosalie to Angelo, her eyes slowly opening as he smiled."hey little Rosie" he cooed, wal

"Are we really doing this?" I looked over at Christiano, who sat next to me in the car, his eyes glued to his phone. We were on our way to the 'gala' and frankly the prospect of it worried me. Why did he want us to come? What was he up to? Christiano seemed unfazed by the whole situation, he didn't even seem to care that we were about to walk into enemy territory. "Christiano." I prompted, his head shooting up and looking at me "what?" he mumbled, confusion over his face"were you seriously not listening?" I said, crossing my arms against my chest. He locked his phone, placing it in his jacket pocket, before turning in his seat, his full attention on me."I'm sorry, what did you say?" he said"Why does this whole situation not bother you?" I asked, turning in my seat to look at him too."because I know I'm better than him." he scoffed, a confident look overtaking his face. "It's nothing to worry about, so he wants to throw a party, doesn't make his mafia any better..." "I know that