All Chapters of Mafia Men V - Marco's Vengeance : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Lilianna »»»◈««« I sat on the beige-colored couch, staring at the wall and the decorations. It was nice, everything was either white, beige, grey, or black. It went well together. The tapping of the pen caught my attention and the therapist smiled at me, "Ready when you are..." I tucked my hair behind my ears from both sides and smiled at her, "I really like the decor in here. It's so modern. Did you do it yourself?" She looked around, smiling, "My secretary hired someone to decorate but I chose the color scheme. Although too much white can feel sterile, harsh, or lonely if you just blend it with the right colors, it can represent calmness, comfort, and hope," she explained in her beautifully soothing voice. I forced a smile and managed to say, "It's nice..." "So, I heard you are an actress?" she asked. "Um, more like struggling actress/model right now but I have high hopes for my future," I said, talking about my career always made me feel good about myself. "Why don't we

Lilianna »»»◈««« I glared at him, "Get out of here before my security comes in." He smirked, "What security? Oh, Costello's men that were patrolling outside? Yeah, they are kind of indisposed at the moment. How do you think I got in?" I took a step back, "What do you want from me, Armando? Everything we had is over, why are you here now?" He took a step closer, his eyes dark, "You think it's that easy to walk away from me? From us? I’m here because this isn't over until I say it is." Fear and anger churned inside me. "You need to leave, now," I demanded. He let out a scoffing laugh, the sound dripping with bitterness. "So, this is what you always wanted, huh? To cut me out of your life completely? What did I ever do that was so terrible, Lilianna? I respected you, showered you with everything you could ever want, and loved you like no one else ever could, and how did you repay me? With cold indifference." He took a step closer, his voice rising with each word. "You cou

Lilianna »»»◈««« I cleared my throat as Nero stepped into our home. Nero and I were the same age. We met in our childhood and had known each other since then, but I had never mustered the courage to get close to him. His presence always radiated a dangerous aura that kept me at a distance, even back then. Now, as he entered my home, that same dark energy seemed to fill the room, making the air feel heavier. People warned me about Nero, saying he hurt women after sleeping with them, and I have kept my distance ever since. He’s a twisted sadist, but he never made a move on me because I belonged to his older brother... well, half-brother. The rumors alone were enough to make me wary, and his dark, dangerous presence only confirmed them. We sat at the dining table, Marco and I across from him. He grinned, eyes gleaming with twisted amusement. "What’s the occasion, Marco? Usually, you prefer dealing with my older brother, the so-called legitimate heir. Doesn't Nikolai call me a bastard?

Lilianna »»»◈««« Tracing my finger over his strong, muscular chest, I planted a soft kiss there, savoring the warmth of his skin. As I looked up, our eyes met, and he gazed down at me with a smile that made my heart flutter. The flutter in my heart returned, more intense than ever, reminding me of the first time I saw him. I vividly remember the electricity that sparked between us when our eyes first met. That same flutter had surged through me when I touched him for the first time, my fingertips brushing against his skin, and our first kiss had sealed my fate, a moment so powerful that it felt as if the world around us had faded away. "What?" I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "You're beautiful..." he murmured, his voice deep and sincere, before pressing his lips gently against my forehead. That simple act, the way he kissed my forehead with such care, always made me feel something. It was his signature move, a gesture that told me without words that I meant som

Marco »»»◈««« Stepping out of the bathroom with a towel slung low around my hips, I immediately noticed the empty bed. My eyes darted to the spot where Lilianna's dress had been, but now it was gone. I moved to the closet, grabbing my dark grey suit. Just as I pulled on my pants, a rapid, almost frantic knock resounded against the closet door. The force behind it told me this wasn't Lilianna. I yanked the door open, not bothering to put on a shirt, and found Davide standing there, his face pale, chest heaving with exertion. "Boss," he panted, his voice strained, "Mrs. Costello... she’s shot up the entire fucking garage." For a split second, I could only stare at him, the words not quite sinking in. But then, like a switch flipping, the reality of what he said hit me. My mind struggled to reconcile the image of my gentle, composed wife doing what he just said. "Lilianna?" I asked, my voice filled with disbelief. He nodded frantically, desperation etched across his features. "Ye