All Chapters of Mafia’s Property.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Natalia's POV: Days passed after my argument with Vittoria and I still felt on the edge even though I no longer had the phone and she no longer approached me, demanding I snitch on Carlo. I must seem like a fool for turning down such a big offer. But I didn't trust Vittoria anymore. Not with the stunt she pulled. Sure, her excuse was good. She was being careful. I know. But she should have at least let me in on her plans. Because for some weird reasons, my mind kept telling me that she was going to ditch me after getting the evidence. And I couldn't afford that. Yes, I know that even if she ditched me, Carlo would be taken in and I might be free to walk. But without the protection she had offered, I wasn't going to walk out of here alive. Imagine this scenario, their capo gets taken in by the FBI and suddenly, I decide to run away? Of course I would be a suspect—even if I was innocent and I wasn't At least here, we didn't have to live on the street or go hungry. And I could

Natalia's POV: His index finger curled around the trigger as his grip on the gun tightened. My blood ran cold.He wasn't really going to shoot her, right? ‘What did you think? You've watched him kill a man right before your eyes.’ Just as Carlo was about to pull the trigger, Vittoria burst into a humorless, unhinged laughter. Her weak body racked with it and slowly, she turned her head to ward Carlo. The movement made some strands of her hair move, exposing her right eye that had ballooned shut.Carlo's expression morphed from puzzled to anger and he smacked across the face with the back of his hand. “You think this is funny, you fucking bitch!” Gasps and murmurs erupted as his hand and the butt of his gun collided with her face.Vittoria coughed up saliva mixed with blood, her lips were torn from the impact of the blow. “You know what I think is funny? You.” She laughed again. “Your downfall is just around the corner, Carlo. Even if you kill me now, there will be someone else

Natalia's POV:I was being dragged away like I was some sort of criminal while I screamed, cried, begged but it all fell on deaf ears of course.I turned my head toward him while strong hands kept pulling me. “Carlo, please,” my voice wavered as I called out to him. “Please, I'm begging you,” I sobbed harder.But his face remained stoic, shoulders squared.There was no changing his mind. The realization hit me like a freight train, knocking the wind out of me as The closer we got to that familiar, dark underground dungeon, the more my panic heightened.As the guards tossed me into a damp, smelly, dark cell. I felt the lump in my throat thicken. I gasped as I fought so hard for air, clawing at my neck like there was some kind of invisible hands that were restricting my air flow.Tears streamed down my cheeks endlessly as a cold shiver ran down my spine.‘Breathe, Natalia, breath.’ But I couldn't, I tried my usual breathing technique and it was futile. I was way to riled up for it t

Carlo's POV: FIVE MORE HOURS LATER…. DINNER TIME: The energy around the table was off, gloomy even. Everyone ate their meals in extreme quietness, as if they were secretly judging me in their minds. I wasn't bothered. I really wasn't. Well, except from the fact that my mind kept bugging me to check up on her… Sigh… Maybe I was bothered. BUT only because I knew she was claustrophobic and she might have passed out or something… But that was the point right now, there was a reason why punishments were punishments. Why did I have to care if she was scared or not. A loud clank of metallic cutlery being dropped abruptly on glass snapped me out of my thoughts, my eyes following the sound to find Angela frowning down at her plate like it'd somehow offended her. “What did you do thar for?” Her blazing blue eyes met mine, lips pursed into a thin line as she stared at me for a beat. “You.” She finally said, voice tight. “Brother, how could be so cold? Zia begged you, yet it fell

Natalia's POV: I sat up quickly, but he was faster. He grabbed my shoulder, pushing me back on the bed. “Relax, you need to rest.” So that had been a dream? For a second there I thought I was a kid again, going through hell with dad. Thank goodness. A breath I didn't know I was holding escaped me, only to stop short when I realized that I wasn't exactly out of danger as the memories of hours earlier came flooding in. My throat went dry, my heart beating rapidly in my ears as my wide eyes flickered back to bluish-grey one. As if he could read my mind, he laughed a little. “You don't have to be afraid. You're pardoned. For now.” “Wait… what?” My racing thoughts came to a screeching stop. “I'm being pardoned?” I couldn't believe my ears. “Yes, monella,” he said, brushing a stray strand behind my ears. “You're forgiven. What you did is usually unforgivable but I will let you go this time.” My erratic heartbeat started to slow down but somehow, it was replaced with ang