Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mafia’s Property.: Kabanata 211 - Kabanata 220

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & EIGHT: Carlo's POV: “One more round, please!” Gianpaolo whined. He'd lost again to me and for the past two hours or so, he'd kept asking for a rematch and I couldn't say no. One, this was my best friend, one of the few persons who gave a fuck about me, and two, I was having fun. I always had fun whenever I got here. Gianpaolo was never short of new video games his father had gotten him, new gifts, and new adventures. I learned how to ride a bicycle because Gianpaolo had one, learned how to play soccer because his father had set up an entire soccer field for him in their backyard when he was nine—the list was endless. Sometimes, I was jealous of him and that made me feel like an asshole because truly, he was nothing but good to me and he didn't have to… I think the one good thing father had done for me was Gianpaolo. He was friends with Gianpaolo's father, well, more business partners than friends but they at least liked each other enough.“I'm tired!” He groan

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TEN: Natalia's POV: PRESENT….Somewhere along the line, I'd managed to finish attending to his wounds as I listened to his horrifying past. Does it make me stupid and ignorant that I didn't think that someone like Carlo would have had such a terrible and traumatizing past…?As he spoke, recalling every detail of his past, his eyes had this faraway look that somehow showed how much pain he'd had to endure… Why would his father go as far as abusing him sexually? It was crazy but Carlo seemed like he'd rather not dwell on it and I'd respected that even though it didn't sit well with me… Even though I could tell it hurt him just recalling that night… I don't know how to feel… I kind of felt like a piece of shit but at the same time… at the same time….Nevermind. I wouldn't think about that right now. I'd demanded to hear his side of the story and I have to. Maybe I'd jumped to take sides too quickly, maybe I should have given him a chance and not blamed him for

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWELVE: Carlo's POV: PRESENT….Natalia had gone still beside me. She fought hard to mask her expression that I couldn't tell if she was shocked, confused, and/or worried…Recalling that night wasn't an easy feat. It reminded me of so many memories I'd rather bury at the back of my mind forever… It was the same memory that had haunted me for years… Father's ruthlessness, my weakness, and Gianpaolo's betrayal…Even as he'd confirmed the words, even as father had tossed the lewd photographs of mother with the young man after I'd still insisted that Gianpaolo was lying, I knew mother was being framed. One might have called me stupid back then, saying that I had way too much faith in my mother and they wouldn't be wrong. I trusted that woman more than my own self, I knew her inside out, I'd been by her side for years, mother was as pure as a dove and I could bet my life on it. Her only flaw? It was loving Rinaldo Moretti. She had an unwavering loyalty for him and so

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & FOURTEEN: Carlo's POV: FLASHBACK….The blood stopped flowing at some point, its color darkening the more it was exposed to oxygen and as it started to form a sticky, drying mess.Mother…What have I done?!I remained on my knees, unmoving as I held her close to me. I'd hoped it wasn't real, that I hadn't just shot my mother dead… but there was no mistaking the smell of blood, the sight of it, and how her body began to grow cold…I couldn't speak, only the tears wetting my face could express how I felt…I'd killed her.My hands shook, and a cold shiver overtook my body as I felt the pit in my stomach deepen.They were on me in seconds—the guards. I let them rough-handle me. There was no point putting up a fight. I could barely hear the words coming out of my father's mouth, it felt like my head was underneath water. Every sound is muffled, they seem to be coming from somewhere far away. I barely registered my surroundings as the guards dragged me out of the hall

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & SIXTEEN: Carlo's POV: At the mention of Gianpaolo's name, my mood was ruined all over again and I would never admit that his presence here, especially with the DNA test, was making my stomach cramp with unnecessary stress and anxiety.A soft hand wrapped around my arm and I looked at Natalia beside me. “Let's go,” she whispered.‘No. You go alone.’ It was on the tip of my tongue to say that, after all, there was no telling what might happen if it was positive. Instead, I nodded in agreement and let her lead me downstairs…By the time we got to the living room, Gianpaolo was pacing the length of it, dressed in a dark navy blue dress shirt and black pants. “Carlo. You're here,” Zia announced, pulling Gianpaolo's attention to us and when his gaze landed on Natalia who still held my hand he frowned a little before breaking into a wide grin like an eager puppy.“Amora,” he greeted Natalia and I winced hating the fact that she greeted him in return with the same pol