All Chapters of The Mafia's Angel: Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

“What have you got?” he asked after a moment, his eyes shifting over to look at Hernandez. Hernandez didn’t hesitate. “The gardener. The man who was seen walking toward Belle’s car on the day of the crash. We identified him. His name is Marco Bellini.” Juan’s forehead wrinkled, confused. “Bellini?” “Yes,” Hernandez said with a nod. “The tech team ran the security footage through facial recognition. The footage wasn’t perfect—the car was parked near a blind spot—but one of the cameras caught him from a side angle. It was quick, but clear enough. We see him walking near the back gate just a few minutes before the crash happened.” Hernandez swiped through a few images and files on his phone, and turned the screen toward Juan. “Look. Right here.” Juan took the device and squinted at the screen. The image was blurry, but a man was definitely there. “That’s him?” “Yes. It’s a positive ID. His name is Marco Bellini. He’s Italian. Looks to be in his mid-thirties. He used to work for Domin

"You're right," Juan responded with a sigh. His jaw tightened ever so slightly and we walked off. She was indeed right and it had taken him a lot to admit that. The real reason he had even done that wa because he was too mentally exhausted to argue. Then he stopped in his tracks and turned to face her. "What were you going to ask me?""Never mind about that," she said with a right smile and began walking away, but of course, her short legs could only take her so far and it wasn't up to a second Juan was grabbing her by the waist, turning her body to face him. "Talk to me mio Angelo," he said in a low murmur that seemed more like a rumble out of his chest."N-nothing," she stammered, avoiding his eyes. She felt so small in his muscular arms. Juan smiled at his petite she was. "You sure about that?""It's something that can wait," she said, swallowing hard. "Seems like you have pressing matters to attend to and I would not want this to...""I always have your time. Business can wait

The soft morning light filtered its way through the slit in the curtain. Arya woke up feeling anything but refreshed. Still, she was glad that eventually she had slept off and silenced the thoughts in her mind. She stood up, throwing the sheets off her body. Then walked to the bathroom brushing her teeth. Her movements were slow and tired, like her body was on autopilot. She wasn’t really paying attention to what she was doing. Her thoughts were heavy and cloudy. The minty toothpaste foamed up in her mouth, but she barely noticed it. Her eyes stared at the mirror in front of her, not really seeing her reflection. Her eyes looked dull and tired, with dark circles underneath. Her hair was a mess, sticking out in every direction. But she was still here. Still breathing. Barely.She spit the foam into the sink and turned on the water. She rinsed her mouth, then splashed cold water on her face. It didn’t wake her up much. The tired feeling stayed.She got into the shower and let the cook