All Chapters of Under Mafia Protection: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

MenaAs I stood there, watching Gian and Pilar glued beside each other, reading through Liza’s letter, a knot formed in my stomach. With every line they read, I watched their faces, especially Gian’s, turn into a look of disbelief.It was silent for a good five minutes before Gian looked up. I wondered how many times he had read the letter in the hopes that the name would change. Same as I did."Did you get this from that maid? Where can I find her?" he demanded, remembering that day in the office.“No, it wasn’t meant for anyone else’s eyes, especially not yours,” I snapped back, aggravated. Liza didn’t want to get involved, and I wouldn’t drag her into this any further.Gian’s mouth twitched. “You can’t just come here and tell me Levi is a fed and expect me not to do anything about it,” he argued, not backing down.You know what? He was right.It still didn’t mean I was going to throw Liza under the bus.“No, we will do something about it,” I spoke, desperate to calm him down. “I ju

MenaPulling into the neighborhood where Jessica lived, I couldn't ignore how clean everything looked. There were perfect houses with fences, yards, and kids' bikes on green lawns.It was both different and somewhere in between the neighborhood I used to live in and the mansion that I now call my home.“How are we going to do this?” I asked as we slowly drove by, observing the houses. “If we show up at her doorstep like some gang, we might scare her off.”I voiced my thoughts aloud, "Obviously, it would make more sense for a female to go."“I’m not letting you go on your own. I told Alessio I would watch over you,” Gian said. I was surprised but also touched by his concern."You did?""Yes, right before he left.”“That’s really nice of you,” I acknowledged with a pout. “But what other choice do we have?”Both Gian and I turned our gazes towards Pilar, who was munching on her chips. Our options were limited. I could already imagine her going up to Jessica’s door and demanding answers b

MenaAt the hotel, Pilar and Gian, who were used to luxury, insisted on the best room. That’s how we ended up in the presidential suite.Despite his protests, I eventually succeeded in convincing Gian to stay in the same suite as us. He wasn’t fully recovered yet, and since he had been doing too much for my liking, I would be the one keeping an eye on him instead. His room was just on the opposite side of the living room, while Pilar and I shared a bed, which we all gathered on, the folder and its contents spread out before us.It was a good thing Gian was there because a lot of the words written in the documents were too advanced for me or Pilar to understand. As he walked us through the files, his expression darkened with each detail he clarified.The anger and frustration on Gian’s face made me a bit doubtful about my decision to involve him. I came to Pilar’s room that night because I wanted to discuss it with her. It just so happened that Gian was there at that moment, and in my

AlessioWith a focused gaze, I watched as the men counted the weapons in the trucks that had arrived. All the families were gathered, each of them being led by their own while one of my uncles led the Fanuccis in my place.Dad stood beside me, silently observing as well. We were in the Midwest, working through our strategy so we would soon be able to hit the Baldini from all angles. Not only the mansion but also the warehouses and their businesses.Based on the information from Mikael, we chose a day when their defenses would be the lowest. There would be a wedding rehearsal, and apparently, Maxine asked Leonardo for a no-weapon policy. It was a golden opportunity.“Everything looks well organized,” Dad had no choice but to acknowledge. I could sense a hint of surprise in his voice.“Because it is,” I replied, relieved everything had been going smoothly. Up to now, Dad respected my leadership and stood back to let me take charge. However, I couldn’t help but wonder how long that would

MenaLying sick in bed, I could only groan in discomfort. Ever since we had gotten back, that’s all I had been doing, and I couldn’t help but think it was some kind of karma for going all detective over the whole Isaac situation.The only thing keeping me together was Naty, and the hilarious voicemail Alessio sent me a few days ago. I had been laughing for days. His drunk confession was embarrassing, cringy, yet undeniably cute.So cute that I texted him back, telling him not to worry about it and that I still loved him.Since then, we had talked every night, carefully avoiding the topics of our fight and his drunken voicemail. We had regular conversations.‘How are you doing?’‘I love you.’‘What did you do today?’‘Get back soon.’Another groan escaped me as I felt a sudden wave of nausea. The worst thing was that I decided to go through this pain all alone. Pilar was with Gian, because I didn’t want to risk getting them sick with whatever I had caught.I was never a big fan of feve