All Chapters of MARRIED TO THE MAFIA: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Luca. Immediately Lila left my room, I sat back down completely confused by the information she had just given me. I wanted to run after her and tell her is we can work together on figuring the connection between our parents but I couldn't. I had become too much dependent on her and she was getting too close too soon for my own liking. I needed to take a step back from her in general and figure out my emotions and feelings towards her. I picked up my phone and immediately dialled my private investigator's number. Luckily he picked up on the first ring.I gave him all the instructions he needed before I hang up. I had a bad feeling about this. Over the years I had always imagined what I would say to my mother if I ever saw again. At some point I realized I might never see her again, ever so I erased all the memories I had of her. I came into terms that she will never come back, and I was okay with it. But why did I have this scary feeling when I told Paul my private investigator

Vanessa.I had tried to get in touch with Luca but his phone was off or busy or went straight to voicemail and it was bugging me. In the three years we had been together, he never even once sent me to voice mail and no matter what was going on in our personal lives, we always talked to each other which is why this was bugging me so much and it had Lila written all over it. Normally I wouldn’t be worried by a girl like Lila, but I could tell she was different, she was not a city girl like the ones Luca was used to and that's what scared me the most. "I have to ran an errand for a few hours, cancel all my meetings and if my husband calls tell him I am at my wax appointment." I said to my personal assistant as I picked up my bag. "Do you need me to organize for a driver?" "No, I will just drive myself, I need to clear my mind anyways." In a few minutes I was pulling up to Luca's house."Is he in?" I asked one of the security men, as I got out of the car while tossing him the car ke

Lila. I feel the warmth of Luca’s lips on mine, and for a moment, everything melts away. His kiss is soft, hesitant, but there’s something there something I didn’t expect. My heart starts racing, and just as I’m about to sink deeper into the feeling, he pulls back abruptly. Confusion floods over me, and I blink, trying to make sense of what just happened. My lips still tingle with the memory of his touch. I knew he felt the same exact way I was feeling, our chemistry was undeniable, so why did he pull back and why was he looking at me like that. Like I had something wrong. “What’s wrong?” I ask, my voice shaky, unsure if I’m even speaking clearly. I could tell something was wrong I just had no clue what. He looks at me, his eyes avoiding mine for a moment before meeting my gaze with something like guilt in them. “We can’t,” he says quietly, his words hanging between us like a weight. I expected atleast more than two words, but he went back to pacing around the room like that was

Lila. I sit in the sterile, cold hospital room, my fingers trembling as they grip the armrest of the plastic chair. The fluorescent lights overhead flicker like they’re unsure whether they should be on or off. The quiet beeping of the heart monitor is the only sound breaking the silence, and every time it makes its monotonous rhythm, it reminds me that my mother is still here… at least for now.I can still see Richard who is sitted across the room throwing random glances at me and every time I looked away. The possibility that he was my father was unfathomable to me and every time I looked at him it was like a reminder, and I was not ready to deal with that part of reality no matter how it looked like. A few hours later, the doctor came out and we both followed him to his office. I could just tell by the look on his face whatever he was about to say was not good. "We tried to get as much of the malignant tumor in her brain as we could, it had spread so much... Almost half of her b

Lila.I had spent the night at the hospital again, going home was no longer an option because all I could think of was my mom. I preferred staying at the hospital just incase she woke up I would be there. With Luca being gone too, the house felt a lot more depressing anyway. I step out of the hospital doors, the brisk morning air hitting my face like a slap. It's colder than I expected, but the chill feels good, somehow. I need something to calm my nerves; my thoughts have been a jumble of hospital noises, sterile smells, and too many unanswered questions for the past week. I head toward the small café across the street, hoping a simple cup of coffee will help me clear my head. When Luca was around he was the one who would do the coffee runs. He was in my mind a lot this morning, mostly because he had not called or texted to check in. But as I approach the door, I hear the distinct sound of cameras snapping. Flash after flash, they go off like an unholy orchestra. I freeze in place