All Chapters of The Reluctant Mafia Bride: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The security guards at the resort were useless sets of men. What did he expect? The resort was a cover up for money laundering which is a crime but it’s the mafia. Everything associated with it is a crime. “Don, this is the last building, he must be in here”, Rodolfo, one of the soldiers, said to him.. “What do you have?”, Leonardo asked. Rodolfo swallowed. “He is in the building, he’s armed but we don’t know…”. Leonardo punched him in the face. “He’s armed and we’re armed. March in there and bring out rat”. The men ran into the building and he led them. The building comprised of two rooms so sniffing out Omar wasn’t an issue. The issue however, was that Omar fired the gun the moment the door was pushed open. Leonardo winced at the pain in his chest from the bullet. From the not so long range and size of the bullet, it wasn’t a surprise. It was a good thing he wore a quality proof vest underneath his clothes every time. Regardless of that, a bad bruise was i

“Oh boy, I’m having mixed feelings”, Arya said. He chuckled lightly. “You asked for it”. “I know….”, she sighed. “I’m genuinely curious. Before you start, I’m sorry I’ve been holding you back”. “No, don’t be. Not everyone is cut out for violence. You were meant to be a princess and I won’t stop till I get us there. Especially now that you’re letting me”, he said and raised a brow. “Isn’t it ironic? Women never have a say in the mafia but here you are, the Don himself, taking permission from his wife”, she said and burst into a fit of laughter. He followed suit. “Rub it in all you want. I’m not ashamed” he said and put on a serious face. She burst into another fit of laughter. “Okay, let’s move on from that now”, he said. Her eyes watered from laughter and she pushed on his chest comically. Her smile faded as she saw him wince. “Are you okay?”, she asked. “Yeah, sure. I’m fine”, he answered. She was not buying it. He was wearing a casual T-shirt so she pulle

What is innocence? Some would say innocence is a state of purity, untouched by the complexities of the world, where trust reigns supreme and the heart remains unburdened by cynicism or suspicion. Others would argue that innocence is a fleeting illusion, a veil that shields us from the harsh truths of reality, blinding us to the complexities of human nature and the moral ambiguities that define our existence. Whatever it was, Leonardo lost his on this very sad and life changing day. His instructor, Enzo, was pushed to the ground by Matteo. “What is going on?”, he asked his grandfather. “Nothing, yet. Shoot the man with a bag over his head”, Don Vito said. Leonardo’s vision blurred for a second. Shock ran through him. “What…what?”, he asked. “You heard me boy”, Don Vito said, his smiles and playful expression dropped. “Do I have to?”, Leonardo asked. “Okay, I guess you don’t understand the gravity of the situation. For your benefit, I’d give you an explanation

The Pope was not at all what he expected. Although he had the external look and aura of a Pope, his insides were as dark as coal. “Is this the boy?”, he asked in an authoritative voice. “Yes, he is”, Don Vito replied, pride gleaming in his eyes. “Why is he wounded?”, the Pope asked. “He is to be the Don, how else can he learn without training?”, Don Vito asked looking around. The other family leaders nodded in agreement. “I see, stand closer to me”, the Pope beckoned at Leonardo. He did as he was told. Getting a close up view of the Pope was more intimidating than he expected. It even surpassed his grandfather’s. The Pope was recognized by his distinctive attire, which included a white cassock—a long, flowing robe—complemented by a white zucchetto (a small skullcap) and a white papal mozzetta, which is a short cape worn for certain ceremonies. For this occasion, he had to wear an ornate mantle called a mantum and carried the ferula, a ceremonial staff topped wi

Arya’s brows furrowed. “Did you just hesitate?”, she asked, squinting her eyes. “Yes, I did”, he answered. Good boy. He didn’t try to deny that. “Why?”. “I used to be a ladies man. I don’t have to get ladies, they come to me. I like to believe I still draw in the ladies”, he said with a prideful smirk. Arya gasped. “What’s that supposed to mean?”, she asked angrily. “That I am an attractive man who ladies can’t get enough of. For example, you. You simply just can’t get enough of me”, he said with his signature smirk still on his face. “Look who’s being silly and easy going all of a sudden? What happened to the grumpy old Don?”, she asked. “The grumpy old Don is just stating facts. You can’t deny it”, he said. Arya smirked too. She was beginning to love this new side of her. “Yes, I can. I have seen more attractive men”, she said with a devilish smile and leaned back on her seat. She waited for his reaction and she got it.The immense satisfaction she felt as his