All Chapters of Under Mafia Protection: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

MenaWhen I got home, the first thing I did was walk straight to the bedroom and take a long shower. I needed to wash away the blood and refused to even look in a mirror before I had done so. After the shower, I called Naty to check up on her. Hearing her voice, still innocent and unaffected, was a small relief. She was doing fine and was more than happy to go on a trip with Giulia and Melody.I stayed upstairs, mainly because I didn’t feel like seeing anyone. I wasn’t even sure if they knew where I had been this entire time. It almost seemed like they didn’t care, or maybe they did but Alessio told them to ignore it. Anything was possible.My thoughts kept drifting back to Alessio, who was now completely immersed in planning what he called a ‘victory feast.’ It disgusted me to think of celebrating anything after what had just happened.He had been standoffish since we got back, and I knew he would continue to be that way until I could give him an answer about our future. But how coul

MenaEstelle’s lips curled, and I had the sudden urge to smack that smirk right off her face. “I think you know what the deal is,” she said. “I do want you to know that it was a one-time thing, and it won’t happen again.”I eyed her strangely. The information matched what Alessio had told me, and I believed him. Their encounter had occurred during a time when we weren’t officially together—but I couldn’t get myself to trust her.I chuckled to myself. Here I was, worrying about Estelle damaging the relationship which was already hanging by a thread."I work for him, and that’s it. You don’t have to worry about me," Estelle reassured me, but I could see through her fakeness.“I wasn’t worrying about you,” I snorted. “I have other things to worry about. You weren’t even on my mind.”At least not until I had laid my eyes on her.Worst case scenario, Alessio might decide she fit in his world way better than I ever could, and settle for her by the evening. He could make me pack my bags and

MenaLeaning against the door, I closed my eyes as I waited impatiently. The silence from inside was killing me, and with each minute ticking by—I had yet to hear a reaction from Alessio.My mind raced with all sorts of thoughts about what he might be doing, what he might be thinking, and so on. I only knew one thing, and that was that a reaction would come.It had to because describing Alessio as anything but a hothead would be an understatement.I had already concluded he was crazy, and that was putting it mildly.As more minutes passed, my anxiety grew. The longer the silence, the worse I feared his outburst would be. Now that I sat on my own, I had time to think about my feelings and once again realized that bothering him with this news, especially tonight after he had a few drinks, might not have been a smart decision.After my talk with Gian in the car, it became obvious that the topic of betrayal was something sensitive to this family. It was for that reason that Grandpa Fanucc

MenaWaking up in Alessio's arms felt as comfortable as I remembered. It had been a long time since I had done that, and now I knew to cherish this feeling.He was still asleep, which was unusual for him. Alessio was an early bird. He must’ve been really exhausted with everything going on. His ability to sleep despite the stress surprised me because he was the type who usually couldn't rest if something was bothering him.Smiling softly, I gently drew circles on his chest with my finger. Despite everything that had happened, we made sure to have a proper reunion last night. I had missed his touch, the way he made me feel—everything.It was something we both needed before we would dive any deeper into this Isaac hole.Afterwards we talked for a long time. I told him about everything regarding my trip to Towson—how I visited Isaac’s ex-wife and what she had told me. I could tell it was tough for Alessio to hear all this. He tried to keep calm, to hide his emotions, but I could see he wa

AlessioDante inhaled sharply, then exhaled slowly, his usually sweet expression hardening. "Are you fucking with me?" he asked, waiting for the part where I would tell him it’s a joke—but it never came."Gian’s little trip was to collect evidence. Mena has a whole folder and everything, so even if I want to deny it…""You can’t," Dante finished for me.It was silent for a moment as I thought about how far Gian and Mena had gone to gather evidence. I figured they must have done it because Gian knew how highly I thought of Levi—or Isaac. I had really put him on a high pedestal, and had always been good to him. I respected him so much, both Gian and Mena thought I would’ve believed his word over theirs—but I would’ve never done that.They could’ve told me without any evidence, and I would’ve believed them—because they meant more to me than they could ever think.Although I wasn’t the best in expressing my feelings to them, my brothers meant the world to me."Does Dad know?" Dante asked,