All Chapters of Mafia Men V - Marco's Vengeance : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lilianna »»»◈««« I remembered. I suddenly remembered everything. It came in flashes, painful and blinding, then settled into the back of my mind like a festering wound. Marcello. I had named him Marcello. He was real, as real as everything around me right now. I held him, fed him, and put him to sleep for two whole days before he was ripped from my arms forever. A gut-wrenching sob tore through me, muffled by the gag. Tears flowed down the sides of my face as I shook my head, trying to escape the agony. My body trembled with the force of my grief. I can't do this. I can't do this anymore. The memory of his tiny fingers grasping mine, his innocent eyes staring up at me, was like a knife twisting in my heart. I felt every moment, every heartbeat, every breath I shared with him. It was all so vivid, so painfully real. And then it was gone. He was gone. But right now, I shoved the pain to the back of my mind. I had to stay focused, stay in this moment because there was another life to

Marco »»»◈««« I stood in the corner of the hospital room, my fists clenched, helpless rage boiling inside me as I watched Lilianna on the bed, her body convulsing with pain. The sterile white walls seemed to close in, the murmur of the medical staff a distant hum. Dr. Thompson, the head physician, approached me, "Mr. Costello," he began, "We're doing everything we can for her. The drugs she was given have induced a miscarriage, but we need to make sure the process is complete." I forced myself to meet his eyes, the fury barely contained. "Just make sure she’s okay," I said, my voice low. The medical team moved with precision, their faces masks of concentration. They performed a pelvic exam, and Lilianna's sharp intake of breath cut through me like a knife. An ultrasound showed remnants of the pregnancy, and blood tests indicated dangerous levels of bleeding. Dr. Thompson turned to me again, "We need to perform a procedure to remove the remaining tissue. It's critical for her we

Marco »»»◈««« One week. It took Alessandro an entire week to track down her location. She was in Florence, Italy. He couldn't pinpoint her exact address, but he knew she was living in Le Piagge, a notorious area rife with gang activity. According to Emilio, she had our son. Lilianna let out a shaky breath, relief flooding her features. Without a second thought, she threw herself into Alessandro's arms. He stiffened, his eyes immediately locking onto mine, his hands gripping the armrests as if unsure of what to do. Lilianna pulled away slightly, her breath hitching as she took a step back, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Alessandro's gaze never left me, staring at me with a mix of fear and caution. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Thank you so much, Alessandro. I'll never forget this." I placed a reassuring hand on her back, feeling the tension radiate off her in waves. But she wasn’t done. With a sudden surge of emotion, she flung herself at him again, cl

Lilianna »»»◈««« I knocked on yet another door, each impact sending sharp stings through my bruised knuckles. My fingers throbbed, raw from the relentless pounding, but I couldn't stop. Marco and I had vowed to scour every house in this neighborhood. The door creaked open, revealing a middle-aged woman with suspicious eyes. Her frown deepened as she took me in, "Cosa vuoi?" she demanded. ("What do you want?") I held up a photograph of Beatrice Berlusconi, my voice trembling with hope. "Hai visto questa donna? Sai dove abita?" I asked. ("Have you seen this woman? Do you know where she lives?") She squinted at the picture through her glasses, her gaze sharpening as she continued talking in Italian, "Oh, that's Betty..." Relief washed over me, a powerful tide that nearly knocked me off balance. Marco stepped forward, his presence grounding me as he placed a steadying hand on my back. "Can you tell us where she is?" His voice was calm, but the tension in his grip showed his impatien

Marco »»»◈««« I held her hand, her delicate fingers interlaced with mine, and on her face was a happiness I had never seen before. She seemed truly happy and at peace. And honestly, so was I. After such a long and excruciating time, I finally felt at peace, like I was finally back home after I had been missing for years. Even though I had just met Marcello, I felt an intense connection to that little man, a feeling stronger than anything I had ever experienced. The last time I felt this enchanted by someone was when I first met his mother. He had the same captivating charm, the kind that draws you in, just like his mother. I’m a father. Damn, I’m a father, and I have been for the past five years, almost six if you count Lilianna's pregnancy. And I never knew. All this time, even without knowing about him, it doesn't change the fact that I was a father. An adorable boy, carrying my father's legacy, my legacy... I couldn't wait to teach Marcello everything I knew, guide him, an