All Chapters of Under Mafia Protection: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

MenaWith a burst of emotions, I stormed through the halls of the mansion, towards the bedroom. Levi trailed behind just as I had expected from Alessio’s puppy.The audacity of Alessio’s reaction at the hospital made my ears steam. I understood that he was not in his usual state of mind, overwhelmed by the loss of his uncle—but that didn’t excuse any of his lies.I wasn’t going to push away my feelings because there was ‘more important stuff’ going on. No.The more I thought about it, the more it hit me that if Alessio had told me about his visit to Anson, I could’ve at least warned him with what he was dealing with.I could’ve warned him to keep an eye on him, and it wouldn’t have gotten to this.Anson’s fearless behavior was something I was all too familiar with, and Alessio underestimated. I knew why he did. It was because he most likely thought he was pathetic—which was right, but he was not weak.I wasn’t even going to start about the tracker in that ring. See, that part was just

AlessioDon’t ask me how I managed to make the situation even worse than it had to be, but I did. Mena was pissed, and that was all on me.I escaped in the morning because I didn’t want to argue with her any longer and found myself back in the hospital halls, holding the watch I gave Uncle in my hands yet again. Replaying last night over and over in my head, I looked down at the watch.I was so angry last night, and it was all because she compared me to that monster. I was trying to be good, to do good—and hearing that was like a punch to my pride.For a moment, I even considered calling Estelle, thinking maybe I should just be the monster Mena seemed to think I was. I hurt her time and time again. It wouldn’t make any difference if I would hurt her once more.Those were my thoughts until I smacked myself on the head. I couldn’t do it, not to her. Mena…she wasn’t like the other women I had been with. She was different—sweet, quiet Mena, who was finally opening up about her feelings, s

MenaThe funeral had just ended, and everyone was back at the mansion. The house was transformed into a sea of flowers, each one for Stefano, whom I had realized was adored by many.It was difficult seeing the family in pain, and it was more difficult because I felt partially responsible. It was a burden I wasn’t sure how to bear.Alessio and I had barely spoken since our last argument, ten sentences in total at best, but even then, I tried to be there for him. During the service, I would lean my head on his shoulder and give him a hand—just small signs of silent support.Now I watched him from across the room as he was comforting Stefano’s daughters. He had done that for every person who had shed a tear today, looking out for everyone—but no one looked out for him.How did Alessio manage to hold it together when he shouldn’t have to?Even Gian, whom I hadn’t thought had a heart, had cried his heart out today.Gian, who had been glaring at me all day, blocked my sight with his wheelch

MenaThe days after Domenico’s heart attack were somber. Thank God, he survived, but the air in the mansion had never been darker than it had been these days. It was like every bit of joy had been sucked out of its walls.Domenico had been glued to his bed, with a doctor by his side—but he was doing better. It was crazy to think that one image had pushed him over the edge, leading to a heart attack.“Why is it taking so long?” Alessio huffed, leaning against the wall as we waited in front of Domenico’s room.He had specifically asked for both of us, and said it was important. If it was only Alessio, I could understand—but now that I was in it, I began to fear the worst.It couldn’t be something small.Maybe he would tell us that the doctor had found something, and he was terminally ill.Maybe he would blame me for his heart attack and tell me it wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t dropped that picture.Or maybe he would blame me for everything because everything seemed to go downhill s

MenaHer words stunned me, and everyone around us as we fell into complete silence. I felt a tight feeling in my chest, seeing the depth of Naty’s attachment to Alessio, and it scared me.She was just a kid. She didn’t know what she was saying. Even though I had asked him to be that figure in her life, and Domenico referred to her as Alessio’s daughter, I had never expected she would actually call him by that name.My eyes turned to Alessio as I thought of the right and careful way to tell my daughter to call him by his name. His face had turned serious, as he, without a doubt, was taken aback.“Naty, he’s not—“ I began, wanting to correct her gently, to spare us both from any awkwardness or misunderstanding.Alessio stopped me with a simple shake of his head, telling me with his eyes not to make it a big deal. Then, he turned to Naty with a big smile and gave her a fist bump. “I’ll make time for you this week, and we’ll finish that puzzle—I promise.”Naty cheered, jumping up and down