All Chapters of Mafia’s Property.: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

CHAPTER NINETY-ONE: Natalia's POV: Fine.I wouldn't ask Carlo.The whole evening I spent with the others after Caterina called us down, it has been the only thing on my mind.Because while Angela may have been edgy about it, I still needed to know the kind of man Carlo was, who his parents were and why they are a sore topic for him.After pondering on it for almost half an hour, I finally came to one conclusion; my curiosity wasn't that important, well, it was, actually. But it seemed like a sensitive topic and I wasn't one to be insensitive.Maybe I could find a way to ease him into it? Man, I dunno…Moments later, after all snacks had been exhausted and they were all deep in a conversation, Tanya tapped me. “Can you lend me that headband”I frowned, suddenly feeling disoriented as I was so lost in thought that I'd zoomed out of reality. “Headband? Which one?” “The green one, obviously,” She said it like I was supposed to know without her saying it. “Since Angela said she'd take m

Natalia's POV: ‘I missed you.’As soon as the words left my mouth, I almost smacked myself across the face. Hard. I could feel my heart rate already picking up.Was it too late to take back my words? Probably. Considering the fact that I had managed to stun Carlo into silence.But it was the truth though… I did miss him. Yes, I was sick of the sling and that was the major reason why I took it off but I wanted his attention too… Sure, it was fun, texting back and forth. More than just ‘fun’ if I was being honest but it was getting old pretty fast. The texts…. They weren't enough anymore. I found myself thinking about him all the time now, he invaded my every waking thought and I didn't think it was normal anymore… It had even started to freak me out a little because; WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! I couldn't even tell when the lines began to blur between captor and captive, love and hate….couldn't tell when my feelings got so confused and all jumbled up.What was this mess?Every single se

Natalia's POV: Breakfast ended and Carlo slipped out of the dining room even before anyone else could while the maids cleared out the table. My fingers itched to grab my phone and go through his texts but that wasn't possible, not with Ava tugging at the hem of my oversized band-tee asking me to play Candy Crush with her on her iPad—did I mention that Carlo got her one so she could also study with it? Probably not, but he did and I still didn't know how to react to the way he does things for Ava.I felt another strong pull at my shirt. “Nattyyyyyyyyyyyy,” Ava whined, wiggling against me like a snake. Dear lord, not today, not now when I so badly wanted to talk to Carlo and I couldn't just open his texts in public for obvious reasons.“Ava,” I began softly, making my voice as sweet as possible. “I'll join you shortly, I promise. I just need to check something real quick.” I tried to reason with her but I guess today was my unlucky day. “Nope!” She said sharply with a pout. “You sa

Carlo's POV: As soon as she stepped foot outside the mansion, I just knew she was behind me. Maybe it was the way warmth pooled in my stomach or how my skin prickled—and it wasn't from the cool evening breeze… I just knew.I turned around slowly and my breath caught in my throat as eyes landed on her.I could tell she was nervous, a little shy but not uncomfortable… But most importantly, she was drop dead gorgeous and that was mildly putting it.Natalia has always been beautiful. She had the face most models would kill for, blue eyes that could seem almost dark from certain angles, pink, soft, full lips with a perfectly shaped cupid bow. Her lashes were long enough to cast shadows on her cheeks. To cut the long story short, she was EXQUISITE. And today, with the makeup and the way her long, black, silky mane had been styled into a ponytail made her look angelic.My heart started beating fast again as she made careful, calculated steps toward me. Her wide, prominent hips swayed slight

Natalia's POV: Fine. I can not handle this shit. But I'd rather drink sewage water than admit it to Carlo. We'd only had two glasses before our meals arrived but I could swear I could see everything in doubles—or maybe I was just being dramatic. Hopefully, eating would help keep me sober. Couldn't say how true that was since I was almost done with my food and still felt funny…. I stuffed another piece of the seasoned grilled chicken into my mouth when I noticed his eyes on me. My eyes met his, and I noticed he had barely touched his food but it seemed like he was done eating. “What? “Tell me about yourself.” My eyes widened slightly as I dropped my fork in a dramatic clang against the ceramic plate. “You did not just ask me that.” And out of nowhere! He frowned, brows knitting together. “I did. Is there a problem?” Well, considering the fact that you already know everything about me…I'd say… yes. “It's weird.” “Weird?” He arched a brow, a puzzled expression etched on