All Chapters of Mafia's Wrong girl : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CARLOSNo matter how hard I wanted to run away from her, she kept running back to me without caution. “Spend a day together?” As though I didn't hear what she said even though I did, I had to ask just so I could be sure. “I should be busy this weekend, Isabella. I'm not sure.” “It's just the weekend, Carlos. Why are you so uptight?” Her question made me jump on my feet and I paced the space of Seraphina's shop where we were attending to new customers. “I have a life, too, Carlos. Do you think I won't let go of some things for the day just to be with you?” Right. Did she think she was as busy as me? The last time I checked, I was the Mafia Don of a gang in the whole of the city. Did she think it was as easy as staying back at home and being busy with cooking? A sigh ran out of my mouth and I thought about it, nodding. “We should see this weekend, then. I'm sure I can spare a few hours. Maybe three—if that's okay for you. What do you say?” “Perfect, Carlos. Thank you so much.” N

ISABELLA “What is this?” “Wh—what do you mean, ma?” “What do you mean by what do I mean?” She walked close to the carton she dropped on the table a while ago so that she could pick up another piece of cake. “Do you want to taste what you've brought to my home?” She put some in her mouth and spat it on the floor. Shock came on on my countenance. What did I just see? Was she—was she trying to tell me I did not do a good job? Tears welled up in my eyes, but I tried so hard so that they did not fall off. “I don't know what you're talking about, Nonna. Is something wrong with the cakes?” She burst into laughter. “I can't believe I am eating this nonsense.” She walked to the table and dropped the remnant of the cake she bit a while ago and turned to the woman who served me a glass of water. “Take this out of my sight.” She ordered and made a gesture with her hand so that the woman stopped. “Don't bother about it. Even the dogs cannot have this.” “What do I do with it, ma'am?” The

ISABELLA Did she just ask me what? Where were her manners? Did she forget I was still older than her even though things didn't work out well between us and it could have been my fault in a way? “What is it, Isabella?” Her tender voice, from the other end, brought me back to reality. “I don't have all day. You of all people should know how tiring and time-occupying the business is, or did you forget?” A smile came on my countenance. It was obvious Seraphina's business was now going well. Or maybe not. It was either it went well or she had the privilege of taking money from Carlos who wouldn't mind. The position I had seen them in several times wasn't a good one and the thought of it alone made me annoyed. “Good day, Seraphina.” “Good day to you, too, Isabella.” “Thank you—” I finally made up my mind to take a seat on the couch—opening my mouth to speak again. “I saw some money in my bank account. A message came in from the bank and when I checked, it was from your account. Did

ISABELLA As soon as the main door shut, I knew it was just me and Jenny in the whole of the house. Maybe Nonna was around but why should I care or give a fuck about wherever she was? Smiling, I looked at Jenny who looked at me as well. “You cook so well, Jenny. This is one of the traits I'll love to have someday.” “Oh—” she smirked. “Thank you for your kind words, Isabella. But don't you think you should taste the food before giving off reviews you have given?” I chuckled, picked up the glass of water, and sipped from it. “I don't think so—” I mouthed. “I might be full from just perceiving the aroma.” Picking up a spoon, I dug into the meal and nodded in satisfaction when my tongue tasted it. “This is nice, Jenny. Is it just both of us in this house?” “No, ma'am. Nonna is around.”“She spends most of her day in her room and her meals are served there, so feel free.” She offered a smile and walked away—leaving me to think about how to bring her back so that we could talk. The miss

ISABELLA It was about a month after I had spoken with Jenny about letting me know about the movement of Carlos when my phone beeped. Just that afternoon. Looking up from the book I had in my hand, I picked up the television remote and turned down the volume of the program I was watching when I picked up the phone to see what call came in and there it was. “Jenny—” I picked up the call before placing the phone in my ear. “Good afternoon, Jenny. How are you doing?” “Good afternoon, Miss Isabella—” her calm voice, from the other end, sounded. “I'm doing alright. How are you?” I sat up at the pose of the question, angry that she could not go to the point but rather ask me questions. “I'm doing very well, Jenny—” I let out a smile I didn't mean. “Is there something you have for me?” She chuckled from the other end and let out. “Yes, definitely. I called because I have something for you, Miss Isabella. It's about my boss. I overheard him making a phone call earlier this morning. It