บททั้งหมดของ To The Mafia Born: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

‘Little fucking bitch.’ His father spoke in English as he stepped forward and slapped her hard across the face, ‘I should have you whipped for that.’ He snarled but Massimo lifted her over his shoulder, ‘No, padre, ha sofferto abbastanza per causa nostra. Non è giusto biasimarla per le trasgressioni dei suoi genitori, lei nemmeno le conosceva, aveva pochi mesi quando fu portata in Inghilterra. Non ti permetterò di farle ulteriormente del male.’ [No father, she has suffered enough at our hands. It is not fair to blame her for her parent's transgressions, she did not even know them, she was a few months old when she was taken to England.

Hot breath breathed against her neck as she struggled up from the depths of sleep, ‘Open your legs baby, let me give you what you need.’ A deep sexy voice implored her, she knew that voice, even as her legs moved of their own violation and then he was in and she gasped out loud, his cock was huge and it stretched her so she could feel every ridge and vein. Her eyes sprang open and she tried to pull away but Massimo held her tightly moving slowly in an out of her tight pussy, ‘Fuck little hell-cat you feel so damn good.’ He groaned in her ear then bit the lobe making her arch up with pleasure, ‘You like being bit don’t y

Giovanni could not help but notice she had changed toward him. She still showed him affection and they included him in some of the picnics and trips they went on but their threesomes got less and less. When he was sent away by his family to the States to work for a few weeks it left the two of them together and when he returned they were a couple and he was relegated to their ‘friend’. Angelina did briefly date him a couple of times after he returned she still had feelings for him but it was Carlos she truly loved. When it came time for the school to return to England Angelina refused to travel with us, she clung to Carlos crying hysterically refusing to be parted from him. I tried to reason with her, but Carlos did to telling her it was just for a short time until he could come and claim her and then Giovanni stepped in. He grabbed Angelina and shook her hard telling her she was a spoilt, self-centred little bitch who cared for no one but herself and if she did not get on the coach h

He turned to Gabriella, ‘Don’t judge her too harshly Princess, please, she loves you so much, you are her daughter, the one we could never have, don’t you see that? She gave up everything for you, please don’t hurt her.’ She saw then how much Matthew loved Elena, they had given up so much for her and always treated her like their daughter, and that hadn’t stopped when she found out who her real parents were. It did not stop the pain and anger rising inside her and she could not help letting it out, ‘She was jealous of her sister for God's sake, she blamed her for causing all three of them to die, why shouldn’t I judge her?’ She shouted at them and before she could turn and run away to her room strong arms pulled her close as Matthew hugged her tightly,

Gabriella shook her head and looked up at him with sad eyes, ‘But I wasn’t her baby Uncle, I already had parents even though they were dead, I did not belong to her, I would never belong to her.’ ‘And I know that now.’ Elena entered the dining room, as always she was dressed immaculately not a hair out of place, ‘I think I have always known it, I just never accepted it but now I have no choice. You are clearly their daughter, stubborn, independent and tough, a survivor just like your mother.’ She sat at the table and handed Gabriella a large manilla envelope that was aged with time, ‘The