All Chapters of Fated with the Mafia : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sunny hadn’t seen it. Crouched down in the centre of the firefight with her hands covering her head, she had no idea that she, in particular, was targeted. But Santo on the other hand quick to see, his eyes zeroed in on the man that had the gun pointed to her and without a moment to think he rushed to her and pulled her up momentarily using his body to block hers, without expecting the intrusion the bullet left the gun and pierced right through his shoulder instead emitting a groan from him, righting back the immense pain her felt her drew sunny to a corner where the walls ricocheted all the bullets meant for them.Meanwhile on the other end of the hall, Silvio maneuvers her way out the building leaving Rosa rooted still by a corner “When does the goddamn back up get here?!” Santo yelled through the noise Rico glanced at his watch. "About now!” He yelled backAnd like on cue the same door where Rico and Santo paused through and about twenty men coming through as well, all firing back

*TWO NIGHTS LATER*The night air was heavy with tension as Santo stood in the courtyard of his sprawling mansion, the cold marble beneath his feet a stark contrast to the burning conflict within his heart. The moon cast a ghostly glow over the scene, illuminating Aldo, Rico and the guards, who watched with a mix of trepidation and resignation. Santo’s hand tightened around the grip of the pistol, the weight of the weapon a physical manifestation of the burden he bore.Meanwhile, somewhere up in the mansion, laying on the bed, was sunny, her hand grabbing her chest as she sobbed. She couldn’t stop this and it made her hear ache. It was a pain like no other Rosa knelt before him, her once vibrant eyes now dulled by the inevitability of her fate. The same eyes that used to sparkle with mischief when they were children, running through the vineyards, causing mischief, all the teases and constant pranks. Those memories haunted Santo now, each one a knife twisting

The soft light of the morning sun filters through the curtains. Santo and Sunny are lying in bed, tangled in the sheets. Sunny lazily traces patterns on Santo’s chest, his eyes were closed so she couldn’t help but stare at his calm, peaceful form, the same form that shed tears in front of her yesterday, the same form that groaned in pleasure as he rammed into her, he suddenly stirred, his eyes slowly opened to meet her’s, sunny cleared her throat, trying to disperse of the dirty thoughts running through her head “Morning, Sunshine. Sleep well?” Santo asked lowly. His fingers meet with her skin, slowly tracing it, sending shivers through her spine and making goosebumps appear on her skin.Sunny smiled, “Like a baby. Though I think I could sleep another few hours after last night,” she said, running her fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp, emitting a low groan from him.Santo grinned, “Oh, really? Because I distinctly remember you saying you could go all night,” he teased,

Sunny could’ve sworn she thought Santo was just exaggerating when he said he wasn’t gonna let her out of his sight, and when he told her in the helicopter that he was gonna make sure he had eyes and ears on her, she thought he was just being funny, but now seated at the back of a black van parked right across from her house where Judy was said to be last seen she had to watch with her mouth shut as a mic was taped to her and a button was given to her to push in case of emergencies“It’s Judy Santo not a cold-blooded assassin, the only thing she could hurt, is a fly if it’s already dying, and that’s after crying for it,” sunny said staring at Santo as he sat on a seat watching as his people prepped her up “It’s not Judy I’m worried about,” Santo said “Well, if Silvio’s on the run, I doubt she’ll come here,” sunny said, making santo sigh“Well, there’s nothing like being too safe, is there?” He asked, making her scoff in annoyance.“Coast is clear, she just went upstairs” one of santo

Judy sat on the edge of the bed, her trembling hands clutching an old photograph. It was one of her and Sunny, taken years ago when their smiles were genuine and their bond unbreakable—or so she had thought. Now, tears streamed down her face, blurring the image of their once-happy faces. Her chest felt tight, each breath a struggle as the weight of Sunny’s rejection pressed down on her. She couldn’t believe it. After everything she’d gone through to find her, to reunite with the person she once considered her closest friend, it all ended in this. A cold dismissal. A door slammed shut.Judy’s heart throbbed with anger and hurt. “Why did I even bother?” she whispered to herself, her voice raw and thick with emotion. She threw the photograph aside, watching it flutter to the floor like a fallen leaf. She buried her face in her hands, the sobs wracking her body as she struggled to contain the storm of emotions brewing inside her. How could Sunny do this to her? After everything? What was