Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia Don And The Nurse: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Alora's POVDante walked in with slow, calculated steps, his eyes holding mine so intensely that looking away became impossible. What did he want now? And why did he have to come early, right when I was talking to Luciano?To make matters worse, I just had to act suspicious by dropping my phone.He walked straight toward me, his gaze fixed on my face as if trying to gauge whether there was any fear or panic. But I was impassive. It seemed like being in the mafia had taught me how to hide emotions—or maybe it was just in my head, and he could actually see through me.“Alora,” he called my name in his deep, husky voice, which sent a shiver down my spine. Not from cold, but from delight.And this was why I hated being in this man’s presence. Despite the fact that I despised him, his presence caused reactions in my body that I did not want.“Will you tell me who you were talking to on the phone?”“No, I won’t tell you anything,” I replied stubbornly, making sure my defiance was written al

Dante's POVThe rest of the ride to the warehouse was as awkward as it could get. I didn’t stop glaring at Alfonso the whole way there. Marco had taken over the steering wheel, and I sat behind him, sipping whiskey to calm my nerves before I forgot who Alfonso was and ended his pathetic life.When we got to the warehouse, one of my tech guys ran outside to meet us, his eyes wide in panic and breathing heavily as though he had just run five miles.“Don, we just got info. We found out who was behind Gianni’s shooting.”My ears perked up, and I felt my heart jump.“Who was it?” I growled, forming a tight fist with my hands.He shook his head, a silent signal that it wasn’t a matter to be discussed in the open. I nodded, and we moved into the warehouse.On the outside, it looked like a regular building—four floors, machinery, and equipment packed and frequently used to avoid suspicion. I do own a legal construction business, so it’s no doubt that I’m able to hide any traces of illegal act

Alora's POVWe both froze for a few seconds before Luciano gripped my arm, placing me behind him and standing in front of me, face-to-face with Vittoria, whose weapon was still pointed at him. My heart was beating so loud, and my knees felt weak that I trembled, almost tumbling to the floor.“Vittoria,” I tried to speak, but she didn’t let me.“Let go of her, you fucktard.” Her voice was cold, stoic, as she commanded Luciano to step away from me.Now, this wasn’t Vittoria, the girl I had come shopping with. This wasn’t the girl I joked with at home or who made fun of me this morning. This was Vittoria Bellini, the underboss of the Italian Mafia. And I was caught in the middle of her wrath, alongside my innocent brother.“I said, step away from her,” Vittoria shouted, but Luciano made no move to back off.I tried to sidestep him and go forward to talk to Vittoria, but he placed a hand on my wrist and pulled me back.“You are going nowhere,” he growled in my ear. “Stay here.”I stood, t

Alora's POVI learned a lesson last night: never make a deal or issue a challenge to a mafia don. Power and authority are everything to them, and they will do whatever it takes to rise to that challenge, no matter the cost.That is exactly what Dante had been doing.I woke up to go check on Luciano. I had insisted on sleeping in his room, but Dante had denied me access to his room for the night. His words had been: "You will sleep in your bed. He is not dying. I will have a team take over tonight, and then you will come by and check on him in the morning."Exhaustion was the only reason I had agreed. Because I’ll be damned if I agree with anything this man says again. I am done letting him tell me what I can or cannot do with my life.When I woke up this morning, I hurried through my routine. I was in a rush to get to Luciano, hoping he would be okay. I didn’t know how badly the gun had hit his head, but I desperately wished I could be given the opportunity to do the same to Alfonso.

Chapter 50Alora's POVI gulped, Luciano's glare burning holes into my face. I was trying hard to stare anywhere else but him, but he wasn't making it easy for me. My eyes darted towards the open window, into the backyard of the mansion where the garden was, and I tried to focus on the leaves blowing softly with the wind. But I could feel his eyes, feel his gaze moving over me, compelling me to look.Don't look, Alora. Don't fall for it. I tried to tell myself, although knowing it was wishful thinking.Between my dad and Luciano, I always tried to avoid the latter as much as I could whenever he got angry. I would always run to Dad and pretend to play or hang out with him just so I could avoid Luciano. No, he would never hurt me, but he could get really angry. His wrath was not something you would want to mess with.Unfortunately for me, there was no Dad today, and I could only endure his glare while praying for Gianni to stay in the room forever. The thought of Dad brought tears to my