All Chapters of Mafia's Wrong girl : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ISABELLA In the comfort of my home, I relaxed. I believed life was going to get worse, but it didn't. It hasn't, not yet, and won't, in fact. Not when I worked with Frank Gotti, the new CEO and owner of the same businesses Carlos used to run. What could I ask for? Life was good. Life was beautiful. The plans to resume school were canceled. Why was I going back to school when I had all the money in the world? Maybe not the whole world but it was enough to live life the right way. Even the wrong way. However I wanted. I smiled and sipped some more juice from the glass in my hand, admiring a dress I found in a store, more than willing to purchase it the next day—or whatever day I left the house next. Suddenly, I thought about something. I needed a maid. Someone who could run all the errands for me. Someone who could even leave the house at night if I wanted something from the mall. Living an extravagant life was too much. Too much that I didn't have the strength to eat somet

ISABELLA The weekend, like a hurricane, arrived. It was the evening and time for my date. This wasn't a date but a meeting with Frank who called me a while ago to announce the coming of his driver who had to be on his way. Standing in front of the mirror in my room, I admired one of the new outfits I chose to wear for the cause of this meeting. What more could I ask for? A smile came on my countenance. It disappeared when my phone began to beep and I looked up. Now, down on the bed where it was to see a call from a number I had likely not spoken to before. “Yes?” “Hello, ma'am. I'm the driver here to take you.” “Oh—” I mouthed. “Give me some time and I will join you outside.” Then I ended the call before rushing to the bed where my purse was placed all this while, and then I led my way to the door of my bedroom, out and through the stairs. When I was in the living room, I could hear the honking of a car's horn. It had to be the one I was waiting for. “Good evening, ma'am.”

SERAPHINA The day I and Isabella would meet came. Waking up, I had the happiest mood anyone could ever have, especially on this day. Dragging my feet to the closet, I took out a towel and reached the bathroom for my bath. The location was my shop. The new location. Where else was it supposed to be? I didn't trust Isabella well enough to go to some other place with her. The same way I knew she didn't trust me, or did she? A smile on my countenance when I walked out of the bathroom, told me how close myself and Carlos were to getting what we needed to have. My phone began to beep. Who called me at this time of the morning? I never really got calls from people, talk more about this early. I dragged my feet to the bed, picked up the phone, and looked at its screen. Carlos. Now what? “Hey. Good morning.” “Good morning, beautiful. How are you?” “Ready. Very ready.” That was my response. “How are you too? I didn't forget what we talked about. My recording app is always ready to

SERAPHINA It's been one week and I had yet to hear from Isabella which wasn't supposed to be so. During the weekend, I made up my mind to reach out to the woman and maybe see if she had caught me snitching on them. What would happen if this was the matter? “Hello, Sera.” “Hi, Isabella. How are you?” “I'm very well. How are you too?” I thought about it. What to say. Then I opened my mouth to let her know that I was fine. “I'm doing alright, best friend. I just thought of reaching out to you. You know it's been long since we talked. I mean, the last time you were at the shop.” “Yeah, Sera. I'm sorry I haven't reached out. But myself and the rest of the team have been very busy with the tasks and plans before that day. And as a matter of fact, I was going to reach out to you today, but you've done that instead.” I heaved a sigh. It was a relief. It was a relief that the woman did not notice anything I was doing behind their backs, yet. Because one way or the other,

CARLOS“This is good, Seraphina. Thank you so much.” She nodded and looked around. I didn't need someone to tell me she was scared of being caught and that was why she looked around her. I coughed. “No one knows you're here, baby. Can you give it a rest already? I made a promise to you already that nothing will come to you, not even a scratch and I expect you to trust me, mm?” She relaxed her back on the chair and gave a nod. “I understand. Thank you, Carlos. Didn't you say Vito was coming over? How come he's not here yet?” She sat back up and looked around the living room in the large apartment. “I am here—” someone's voice sounded from the door. It was none other than Vito who led his way into the living room with a smile on his countenance, and a bucket of food. “I came with the food, Boss.” He looked in my direction before facing Seraphina who had relaxed back on the chair. “Hello, Seraphina. Good afternoon and how are you doing today?” “Very well, thank you.” “Jenny?!” I s