All Chapters of The Mafia Don And The Nurse: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Alora's POVIf anything could have told me that Dante didn't like Anton, then the forced smile on his lips definitely did.Despite this, they gave each other a bro-hug."Man, you have been missing. Office duties?" Anton asked again."Yes, Anton. I have been very busy in the office managing a lot of things," Dante replied.If they were talking about the "office," it probably meant Anton didn't know Dante's true identity. Or maybe he thought I didn't know. Well, it was up to them.While I stood there, all I could feel were my nerves coiling at the thought of what Dante had in mind for me. Damn Luca—why hadn't he told me Dante had left the house? Or maybe Dante had caught on to us earlier than I thought, and there was really nothing we could do to escape it.The men kept discussing for a while as if I didn't exist, and I took that as my perfect opportunity to disappear. Slowly, I slipped down the hallway, moving silently like a pro.I was about two doors away from them when Dante, even w

Dante's POVDid I, by any chance, regret what I'd just said, more so in front of my aunt and uncle? No.Alora was stubborn. Hell, who was I kidding? Alora was a headache sometimes. That was normally supposed to make me angry, not fall in love with her all the more. It seemed like I was losing my damn mind over a woman. The control I thought I had—it was all gone. If she had told me to shoot myself in the balls to please her, I wouldn't have hesitated.That was how deep the mighty Don had fallen for his pretty nurse."Dante, son, what did you just say?" Vittoria's and Luca's mother, Rosa, asked, her eyes gauging my face closely.I rolled my eyes, pulling Alora with me toward the stairs. The earlier I could get away from these people, the better. I still had to punish this little vixen.Carlos–their dad–cleared his throat, causing me to halt my movements. The action led to Alora bumping her head on my back and letting out a small "ouch" while rubbing her nose and glaring at me.See that

Alora's POV I really needed to sell Vittoria and get a puppy. She was just like Luciano–so infuriating that it was hard for me to keep up with him growing up, like the annoying sibling you really loved but wished sometimes they could get hit in the face with a baseball. How could she tell him? Although not detailed, she hinted! Dante’s smirking face was staring down at me. When I looked up, he chuckled, placed a kiss on my nose, and lifted me up. I squealed and, out of instinct, wrapped my legs around his waist. A few seconds later, I was in the air, and in the blink of an eye, I hit the soft mattress beneath me. “It’s late, and you’ve had a very busy day. Go to bed now, Alora.” It was barely a minute to midnight, and he was trying to coax me into sleeping. I hadn’t even told him happy birthday yet. So I remained still, watching him while waiting impatiently for the next fourteen seconds. “I’m serious, Alora. Go to bed n—” “Happy birthday, Dante. I wish you the best in this l

Alora's POVI woke up at eleven a.m. I blame Dante's comfy bed. Definitely not the man who had caused me to sleep in. Nope, he had nothing to do with my sleep. It was just that his bed was softer than mine. Yeah, that was the reason why I woke up so late. That could be the only reason.'Alora, all the beds are basically the same,' a voice in my head taunted.I shook my head to get rid of it and its truthful words.I turned to the men who were carrying some decorations. The sight was almost hilarious. The mafia men had turned into my errand guys. Haha."Oh, come on! That’s not how you hang it! You’ve put it all upside down. We need to start arranging it all over again," I scolded one of them, placing my hands on my waist.He shrugged and looked away from it. "Come arrange it then."I frowned, glaring at him. "How do you expect me to reach up there? I’m not a mountain. You are."He still didn’t continue doing it, so I had to step in, grumbling all the way. "I don’t even know who sent m

Dante's POVCarlos was really asking for it. He knew very well what it would do to me to see him with Alora or Vittoria, and yet he went close to them. Then smirked like he had won when I came, when I found him.The only thing that stopped me from putting a bullet through his head that day was Alora. But the next time, even if it's in front of Vittoria, I don’t care if she’s going to cry that her mother will be sad. I am going to kill the man.I hate being powerless. It's not me. As Don, I should always have control over situations, but these days, everything seems to be slipping through my fingers.Perhaps I need to change my way of doing things. I need to find another path to follow.Before we could even start training, news came that some men had been injured in a mission, so her services were needed in the medical bay.I spent the rest of the day in my office, drowning my head in work. There was just so much sabotage going on. Bianca's father had taken the war to my legal front, t