All Chapters of The Mafia's Charming Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

|Rocco|I had the feeling that my visit to Denmark would be bloody, but I didn’t want to let Irena down, and there was nothing to be afraid of actually. I have always lived my life in fear of getting killed or killing them before that.Although I rarely shoot anyone to the point of death because my father taught me how to take them down without making them lifeless.“Just because you are a mafia doesn’t give you the license to kill every fly and ant,” he had said to me when we started training.I developed my method of weighing their punishments according to their offenses. Also, I never forget the real reason why I became a mafia in the first place.I had an honest talk with Bojana, who assured me that there was nothing to be afraid of since we were just going there to chill for a few days. I never knew something like that would happen.The doctor gave the report of the pool water being spiked with Veridium, which is a very poisonous and tricky element because it is odorless and colo

|Irena|Everything about us has changed ever since that night. It felt like the wall between us was broken with the hot moment we had. I had wanted to go all the way, but we ended up talking about everything else, so we couldn’t continue.We flew back to Italy, and life got busy again. He had to catch up with all the work he had left during the trip. Martins did a good job keeping the guys together in his absence. Rocco was rarely home, sometimes he would go out for three or four days before coming back. He fired me from being his consigliere for the main time so I could focus on my mother’s case, and I understood his point.That morning, he had just gone out for a meeting out of town and told me that he would be going to Jamaica from there because he had an avoidable assignment. I got a call from Paul, who told me that he had another update concerning my case.Martins and Bojana already went with Rocco, and I didn’t feel comfortable walking with his guards, so I just told them to sta

I didn't have Matteo's time ever since the string he pulled on me. He ran away from Italy because he knew it was not safe for him; he had stepped on my toes, and I would never forgive him. I was glad that he knew that he wasn’t safe after all those strings he had pulled.He had spent more than six months in Jamaica where he ran to, and it was beginning to tell on his business. His major business site was Italy, and he probably didn't find anyone loyal to handle his business on his behalf. He should have known better than to cross me.I leaned back in my chair, rolling my cigarette between my fingers as I stared out the window. The city was alive, but my mind was locked onto one thing, Matteo. I needed to end this. I didn’t like he was an unfinished assignment on my list.“Have a ticket booked to Jamaica as soon as possible. It's high time I finished my task concerning him, we have waited for too long.” I said to Bojana, who got to work immediately.She didn't ask unnecessary questions;

We waited for about fifteen minutes before he woke up after Martins threw an entire bucket of ice on his face. He was breathing like a rat doused with water as he struggled to crawl to his feet when he finally regained his senses.“The biggest mistake you made was thinking you could run away from me forever. I wasn’t even planning to repay you this early if only you didn’t decide to pull a smart string on me,” my raspy voice taking over as my anger level rose with every memories of his stupid shenanigans“Forgive me! I am very sorry! I shouldn’t have done that. I will give you everything you want so please forgive me. I will do everything you want me to do,” his desperate pleas became music to my earsHe shouldn’t have crossed his lane when he knew he didn’t have much backup. I expected him to have several men guarding him but he must have thought the security of the club would be enough to make him untouchable. Sadly, I had access to everywhere I wanted as long as I was ready. “You

Paul understood that I wanted to be left alone and told the others to back off from the door and give me time. My eyes couldn’t stop producing hot water as my heart wrinkled like a squeezed wet cloth. It was too tough for me to bear. The evidence was clear. There was no room for doubt.“How can this be? How did I end up with such a cruel fate? How did this come to be? You should have stopped our paths from crossing. Father, you should have guided my path and not let me encounter him. I cannot bear this pain,” I cried heavily, clutching my chest as if that could hold my breaking heart together.Memories of my father’s kind face flooded my mind. The way he used to ruffle my hair, the soft laugh that always made me feel safe, the steady, comforting presence he carried everywhere. And now, all I could see was the image that shattered my world. Rocco’s father, grinning as my father lay lifeless beside him. The pieces of my reality crumbled, and the more I tried to hold on, the more they sli