All Chapters of MARRIED TO THE MAFIA: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Richard. It had been over ten years since I last saw Christine. But i never imagined the next time I would see her, that it would be in this state. But even sick, she still looked as beautiful as the last time I Saw her. I watched her sleep, my fingers trailing over her soft cheeks. She seemed so peaceful.She slowly opened her eyes, "Hey," I said caressing her hand slowly and softly, "I did not mean to wake you up, I'm sorry." "It's okay, where is she?" Christine asked looking around the room."She went out for a cup of coffee. Promised her I will stay with you until she came back.""oooh."I sat there in silence watching her, "I am so sorry this is happening to you Christine.""Life right?" she said jokingly, but I could see the pain in her eyes.We sat in total silence for a while. "You know they can't get married Richard, you can't let them marry each other." she finally said."I don't think that is up to us Christine, they are adults and if they love each other we can't stan

Luca. I had just found out I needed a new kidney. I sat on the chair looking outside, taking in the view. My father, Richard, stood at the window, staring out at the parking lot below. His face was pale, but his eyes were distant, lost in thought. The kidney test results had come in just moments ago. And I knew instantly something was wrong. To be fair I knew something was wrong when he was taking the test, he did not seem too eager to do it. After a long silence, my father still holding the results in his hands, he finally spoke up, his voice low, almost like he was unsure of what he was about to say. "Your test came back, Luca… I… I wasn’t a match." He paused, turning away from the window and facing me now, no indifference in his face. "But that’s not the worst part." he continued and all kinds of things were running through my mind. It was natural for family members not to match so I really had no idea why he seemed so sad we weren't a match. We had enough money in the world t

Lila.The room was dim, the soft beep of the machines providing a quiet backdrop to the sterile hospital air. Luca lay in the bed, his face relaxed, the weight of the transplant surgery finally starting to show signs of peace. The steady rhythm of his breath was the only thing that assured me he was still with me, still fighting.He was a fighter. I sat in the chair beside him, my fingers lightly gripping his hand, not daring to let go. My mind raced with the events of the past few days the fear, the hope, and now this uncertain calm. My heart had been a rollercoaster, and right now, it was firmly on the precipice of both relief and tension.The man that had threatened to black mail us had not reached out yet, which was even more worrying since Luca could not do anything really in his state. But I was not going to worry about that right now. Luca had a successful surgery and that's all that really mattered right now. Just as I started to relax, the door opened.y gaze snapped up, w

Lila. I stood there, hidden behind the half open door, my heart hammering in my chest as I listened to Vanessa’s voice drip with the venom of a threat. She was telling Luca she would finally leave her husband. The words, sharp and dangerous, echoed in my mind. If she left him, Luca wouldn’t need a fake fiancée anymore. Meaning I wouldn’t matter anymore and our deal would be off.Well there was no way I was going to let that happen. I couldn’t let that happen. Not now. Not when I had finally let myself want more.I waited until I was sure Vanessa was completely gone and she was not coming back before I decided to make my move I took a deep breath, pushing away the panic that threatened to rise in my throat. The weight of the moment was heavy, and I knew I had to act quickly. The door creaked as I stepped into the room, my presence cutting through their conversation like a blade.He was awake now, I wondered for how long though, he had seemed to be sleeping when Vanessa was in the ro

Luca.I sat in total for a few more minutes, taking in everything that had just happened. The last thing I wanted was for Lila to see this part of my world. She was so innocent, so naïve, but my world was dark and dangerous, Vanessa understood that and loved me because of it. But Lila was different and I was beginning to like her for that, because she was so out of touch with my world, she represented the world I would have wanted to be in if I wasn't raised the way I was. I watched her through my window as she did her swimming laps. She was perfect, even when she wasn't trying to. We had grown closer the past few weeks, she had known a part of me that I never let anyone know, but with her, it was like I didn't have to pretend to be someone I am not. Which is why I could not lose her. I looked at my phone, I had over ten missed calls from Vanessa and some text messages from her and my father too. It was time I had a conversation with Vanessa. Just like Lila, Vanessa had her own r