All Chapters of MY CASANOVA MAFIA: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The moon hung low in the sky, casting soft and pale light on a seemingly endless stretch of dense forest before Arnulfo and Valentine. They pressed their way through thick underbrush; their clothes were tattered, their faces were filthy, as they fled for their lives from whatever dangers pursued them. Their hearts were still pumping adrenaline from the shootout and their narrow escape. Each step felt heavy, yet they pushed forward, knowing they had to keep moving. As they ventured deeper into the woods, the chaotic sounds of their past began to fade. The frantic shouts and gunshots were replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant call of a bird, making the forest feel both peaceful and eerie. Arnulfo glanced over at Valentine, his face taut, scanning the surroundings like an owl in darkness. He didn't expect her to say much; they both needed some time to digest the ordeal they had just escaped from-the Giupere gang.“We need to rest for a while,” Arnulfo said, his voice st

"We were attacked," she said cautiously, choosing her words. "The Giupere gang. Victoria. They're coming for us." Arnulfo's face darkened with anger as he listened, and for a moment, Valentine felt a flicker of hope. But he knew better than to think like that. His body was still waylaid by the injuries and the fever.Arnulfo lay there, paralysed and in extreme pain, with a bullet stuck deep in his arm. Valentine looked at him; his body was so weak that it was shaking with fever. Shrugging her shoulders, she threw away her jacket and covered him with it, trying to be as soft as possible. She had no words to find the right things to say; their situation was grim, and she could not pretend otherwise. She couldn't shield him from it all, certainly not from Victoria, for whom nothing was sacrosanct if she wished it. "I'm afraid, Arnulfo," she said, her voice trembling with feeling. "I don't know how much longer we can hide." There was no response for a few moments.Then Arnulfo's weak hand

She inhaled deep, still staring at Arnulfo's pale face. But yet, it was in fighting for that impossible mission of holding her back that he had protected her, even through injuries and fever. All the things that had to be endured through that hour of him taking her remained untouched, but somehow he stands before her—a man crafted from his wars, and bearing secrets she only can imagine.The soft glow of firelight cast shadows on the cabin walls, flickering and shifting like her thoughts. She couldn't explain this pull toward him now, but it was there, undeniable and growing stronger. The old woman, who had invited them into her home, had prepared herbs and set water to boil. The wrinkled hands were steady, laying out instructions for Valentine to remove the bullet from his shoulder. It terrified her but she was given no option by the urgency in the woman's voice. "You will need to be strong," the old woman said, her sharp eyes piercing Valentine's hesitation. "If you don't act, he won

The morning was still when Arnulfo and Valentine prepared to leave the old lady's cabin. The fragrance of hot-brewed tea clung to the air, a gentle comfort which both of them couldn't wholly accept in the presence of their departure. At the door stood the kind old lady, her creased wrinkled face all anxiety. She had opened the door for them, taken Arnulfo in and provided medical care for his injuries. They had been her guest for days without asking for anything in return. Valentine felt a pang of guilt as they packed up, knowing their presence had put the woman at risk. Thank you for everything," Valentine whispered, her voice full of emotion, trying to say as much as possible."You saved him. You saved us." The old lady dismissed the gesture with a hand wave, though her eyes were welling up."You don't have to mind about me, dear. Just ensure both you remain safe. Trouble has been after you as some dark cloud follows; now you have each other. Arnulfo stepped forward, his movements ca

Valentine supported his weight as they walked through the narrow streets, searching. Her eyes darted nervously, scanning for anyone who might resemble the Giupere gang. The snake bite had taken a visible toll on Arnulfo, his skin pale and his movements sluggish, but he pressed on with sheer willpower. Finally, they discovered a dilapidated phone booth beside a convenience store.Valentine pushed him inside and sat back as he fished through the coins and dialled the number. She didn't even bother asking who he was calling; she knew he had to be calling his goons. "Boss!" a voice answered on the other end of the line, and Arnulfo's face set in a fierce mask, his strength renewed for a moment.“We’re at the port,” he said, his voice low but commanding. “Send a team. I’ve been injured, and we’re being hunted. Secure the area before the Giupere gang finds us.” The voice on the other end affirmed quickly and Arnulfo hung up, hand trembling as he puts the receiver back on the hook. He turns