All Chapters of The Mafia's Angel: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

An unexplainable surge of anger coursed through Juan at her words. How dare she insinuate that his arch enemy was a better option than he was? Nothing got him more riled up than being compared to that scumbag. He growled loudly, punching the wall beside him that the brick seemed to dent slightly. His knuckles turned red. Arya flinched at the impact, her eyes appearing round and filled with fear. She shrunk, moving away from him— but not far enough because she was frozen in fear. He felt something sharp snap inside him. No. No, he wouldn't let her say that. He wouldn't let her think it. "Don't you ever," he warned, gripping her arm suddenly. "Say such in my presence."She was even more fearful because of how tight his grip was and for a second, she thought he was going to hit her. She tried to pry her arm gently, tears brimming in her eyes. Juan could have let go if he saw the terror in her green eyes but he was too blinded by his rage to do so."Juan," she said in a shaky voice that

He didn't wait for the caller to finish speaking before he said I'll be there in fifteen minutes. It wasn't something he could send a random person in his crime faction to attend to. He had to be there himself."Um, boss where exactly are we going to?" Hernandez finally asked when they has driven completely out of the grounds of his estate. Juan had forgotten to ask for any details once he heard an accident. "Hold on," Juan breathed heavily, calling the guard back. The guard picked on the first ring."Where am I to meet you?""Saint Ives hospital," the man said. Juan repeated it off to Hernandez."What really happened?" He inquired, running s hand through his hair. "And what's the severity?""It looked like an accident at first. But there’s something off. The car was tampered with, and we’re getting reports that someone was tailing her. It wasn’t just an accident, Juan. Someone’s sending a message. To you. My harming your... Gir— by harming Belle."Juan’s jaw clenched, the anger risi

"I know," Juan said quietly. Hr was trying to keep his voice steady but it seemed nearly impossible "He was brave. He protected me, just like he always does." Belle whispered, "I'm so sorry..." Her voice was shaking with guilt and sadness.Juan gently wiped away a tear that had slipped down her cheek. "Don't apologize," he said. "You didn't do this. Someone else is to blame. And I promise you, Belle, I'm going to find out who did this to you."She looked at him, her eyes filled with hope and pain. "And when I find them..." His voice became cold, and the anger was clear in his words. "They will regret ever drawing breath in this world. I swear it."Belle weakly squeezed his hand. "You promise?" she asked, her voice barely audible. But it was filled with a desperate need for assurance. "I promise," Juan replied.Juan leaned back in his chair, one hand running down his face in exhaustion. "You scared me, you know that?" he murmured. Belle gave a small, almost embarrassed laugh. "You

His mind was already racing, as he was thinking of a thousand plans already in just a few seconds, trying to figure out the best way to handle the situation.The anxiety was building up inside him, but he pushed it aside trying to be focused on what needed to be done. First, he had to gather some men who were able to fight. They had to act fast, with no time to waste. The clock was ticking, and with Giovanni's team was already outnumbered and suppressed by whoever the enemy team was, he needed his strongest men. "Dammit," he muttered to himself, his voice filled with frustration. He turned around, already heading back to Belle's room go check on her one last time before leaving. After hearing Giovanni's voice, he could not just send men in without his own supervision. He would not allow himself to be one of those coward Mafia bosses who will always put men ok the job and never fight themselves. Yes, he could not be everywhere at once and not everything needed his attention or for hi

Juan stood in the middle of the room for a while, not moving. His eyes were fixed on the dark window in front of him. The glass reflected his face. He looked tired, older than before. His thoughts were spinning in two directions. One part of him wanted to go see Belle. She needed care, maybe just someone to be there. The other part of him was thinking about the warehouse situation, which was serious and needed to be handled with strength and focus.He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He typed a short message to Hernandez:“Any progress?”Less than a minute later, a reply appeared on the screen.“They’re not talking. We’ve tried… everything.”Juan’s jaw tightened. He thought about going there himself. He knew what it would be like. Just another long night filled with tension and anger, and probably not much success. But then he remembered Belle.He cleaned up quickly. He took off his shirt and looked at the scrape on his side. It wasn’t very deep, but it burned. He cle