All Chapters of Mafia’s Property.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Natalia's POV: ‘They found us’“Cazzo!” Luca hissed, his breath ragged as he yanked the gun from his back pocket, aiming it at the door. The sounds of footsteps grew closer, bouncing off the cold, concrete walls of the storage room. “What are you doing?” I whispered harshly, my heart hammering in my chest. “You can’t take all of them!”“I don't have any other plans, Nat,” Luca muttered through gritted teeth. “I have to fight even though this is a losing battle. In our world, it’s better to die with honor than die like a coward.”My stomach twisted at his words.Bullshit.“I’m not letting you sacrifice yourself! Benito already died. There’s gotta be another out of this storage room.”Before Luca could respond, the door handle rattled. My breath hitched as I heard muffled voices from the other side. “Bring down the door.” A man barked from behind the door. I broke out in cold sweat as fear spiked through me. The sound of a body slamming repeatedly against the door made my pulse ra

Natalia's POV: I couldn't sleep. My body still ached all over, coupled with a headache. I tossed and turned.It was like the pain meds weren't working anymore. I glanced at the bedside digital clock.2:41 am. My throat felt parched, and deciding to go get a glass of water, I rolled out of bed, wincing a little from the effort.Slipping into the corridor, I noticed the house was quiet. Luca’s door was closed, but I remembered the way to the kitchen so I started downstairs.The kitchen was dark once I reached it, but the patio lights that shone through the sliding glass door leading outside cast enough of a glow that I was able to navigate my way to the fridge. There wasn't any sign of anyone awake and I was mostly grateful for that. Pulling the fridge door open, I found it stocked with an assortment of veggies and fruit. I forgot the idea of water when my eyes landed on the different flavors of ice cream, and while I'd rather have a glass of chilled water for my slight headache an

Natalia’s POV:It’s been four days since I received the strange note. I was anxious as hell. It seemed like an opportunity to escape this hell hole but at the same time... It felt like a trap. Okay, hear me out. First, I didn't know if Vittoria was in on it or not. I couldn't figure out if she even knew about the note, what if she didn't? I’d spent the last few days watching her every move, trying to figure out if she knew about the note, annnnd. Nothing. She was just her usual, calm, polite, and naive self. I do know looks could be deceiving but I didn't want to make any mistakes. Secondly, a part of me thought about the possibility of Carlo being behind this. I mean, his guards are always on high alert, they searched everyone, especially the maids who attended to me. So how did that note go unnoticed? What if Carlo wanted to test me? Get me into trouble? No. I’d lay low, at least until the next message. Maybe then I’d find a clue, something that would help me decide if I could

Natalia’s POV:‘The fuck?’ The words slipped out before I could stop them, and I slapped a hand over my mouth. The figure stiffened, stopping what they were doing, which was: using a knife to carve several jagged lines into their right hand. I couldn't see clearly but I could make out the glint of silver moving slowly, but deliberately. An unmistakable metallic smell assaulted my nostrils.Blood. The figure turned, letting the knife drop to the floor with a clatter. I could feel their gaze locked on me. My first instinct was to bolt but my feet were glued to a spot even as they got up, moving toward me. “What are you doing here?” The voice was a low growl, calculated, and dangerous. Unfortunately, I’d recognize that voice anywhere, even in my sleep. Carlo. Why was Carlo sticking a knife in his skin? “What are you doing here?!” He asked again, this time, his voice was louder and more deadly.Goosebumps scattered across my skin.Shit shit shitMy heart slammed against my ribcage a

Natalia’s POV:The look in Carlo’s eyes could kill anyone. His expression was so dark, so filled with fury, I could almost feel the burn from across the room. What had gotten him so angry? Why did he want everyone else to leave but me? “Qual è il problema, figlio?” Caterina’s concerned voice broke through the silence just as Bianca and Gabriella exited the room. “Talk to me,” She said softly, placing a hand on his arm to pacify him. But Carlo didn't even look at her, his gaze locked on me, cold and hard. {What is the problem, son?}“I just need to talk to my son’s fiancèe,” he said in a low, measured tone. “In private.” Me?! Caterina’s gaze moved from her nephew to me and back to him again. “I’m not leaving,” she said defiantly. “You keep acting like a maniac around her, you're scaring the poor girl!” Carlo let out a dark, sarcastic laugh. “You’re too naive if you think she's scared of me, zia.” His eyes darkened, and muscles on his jaw twitched in anger as his eyes met mine. “'cau