All Chapters of The Reluctant Mafia Bride: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Carls paced around in his secret establishment’s office. Maria had proven to be a bigger distraction than he would ever admit. He had to keep himself in line, in check, especially as he was this close to fulfilling his dreams. Bringing the Don to his knees. All he had to do was wait for Maria to return with the good news and it would be as easy as pie. Speaking of Maria, he admired her drive and mastermind. She knew what she wanted and was not afraid to go for it, no matter the cost. Too bad he had to get rid of her once the deal was done. This was the part of the plan he hated, waiting. He sat on his seat. Calling her in the moment was risky so he refrained from doing so. Rico was not picking up as well. They only had one shot and if they miss- Knock Knock! Yes!! The door opened and Maria stood there with an I-told-you-so smile on her face. “With a smile like that I can only say we were successful”, he started. “Extremely successful”, she said as she walked into the

Leonardo stood in the front of the building with Arya between him and Rob. He eyes scanned the area with scrutiny extra concerned for Arya’s safety. His eyes met with hers and his heart broke. Her entire life was about to be shattered by the coming events. “Remember that you won’t come back the same way you go in”, he reminded her. “It’s a good thing then”, she replied and walked into the building, kicking the dead body he knocked down out of the way. He watched as her hips swayed with every step she took and he got lost. She turned around to catch him drooling. “Are you coming?”, she asked. “Yes, Don. You can stare all you want after. The men have given us the signal to in”, Rob said. He was watching Don the whole time. Leonardo shook his head and went after her. Arya’s mind flashed back to their earlier conversation. FLASH BACK She came out of the bathroom to find the baby carriers gone. Her scream brought the nurses into her room. They looked at each other in

“What the fuck?!”, Arya cursed. Walking in on her father having sex was not the nicest experience and with Maria? “What are you… Don, what a surprise”, Carls said as she tried to press the button to alert his men. “That won’t be necessary”, Leonardo said. “We have taken care of them for you. You’re welcome”, Rob said. “What do you mean by taken care of them?”, Carls raised an eyebrow. Maria quickly covered herself with the sheets on the couch bed. Turns out Carls had them in all his offices. “Leonardo, my love. I can explain. It’s…. It’s not what you think. I stopped when you confronted me”, she said. “Confronted you? If I remember well, which I do, I could not care less”, Leonardo said with disgust written all over his face. “Father. Wow! I am disappointed but I guess nothing could compare to the disappointment I felt when I saw you how locked up our fellow humans in a tight cages”, Arya said. “I can explain… Wait, how could you get in?”, Carls asked. Leona

“Adriana is my mother?”, Arya asked just to be certain her ears weren’t playing tricks on her. “Yes”, Carls answered. “Wait, you had a baby with your brother’s wife and that baby is me?”, she asked. “No and yes”, he answered and continued. “I loved your mother very very much but she did not feel the same way. She died shortly after she had you. She was murdered”, he said. “So I am not your child?.” He hesitated. “No. You are not my child nor Camilla’s.” It all finally made sense. How he treated her like his worse enemy and made her entire life miserable. How he made her suffer the indignity of being checked out in front of older ugly looking men as if she was some whore on sale. “And my father?”, she asked. “He was my elder brother. Unfortunately, he too was murdered”, Carls answered. “And you took me in only to make my life a living nightmare”, she replied as the tears fell freely. Her shoulders trembled as the life she once thought was hers came crumbling in

Arya and Leonardo entered the field. The sun was out and it was scorching hot. Their guards held umbrellas over their heads. They walked up to the party on the field. A man was on his knees and the soldiers around him must have been beating him black and blue. “Don, Dona! Welcome”, Fisher, the owner of the field said. He was in his early fifties and had a chubby build. “It has always been a pleasure, Fisher”, Leonardo said as they shook hands. “We caught him a few minutes ago. But that’s not the surprising fact”, Fisher pointed to the prisoner. “What do you say so?”, Leonardo asked. “It was almost as if he wanted to get caught. He was very obvious and didn’t put up a fight. Despite the beatings and injuries, he refuses to speak to anyone but you”, Fisher said. “That is oddly specific”, Arya said. Fisher turned to her, surprised that she just wasn’t a pretty face with an empty head. “You may be right. He seems like he is under a spell or something and he would not