All Chapters of MY MAFIA SAVIOUR: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Rosalia sat on the floor inside her walk in wardrobe with her cell by her side. She was staring at the medium sized box torn with Emilia's words repeating in her mind. Show him you trust him, even just a little. Or you end it. She pulled the box closer to her stripping it of its lid and stared at the loaded beretta Giovanni had generously given her. He won't change. Emilia's words continued to repeat themselves making her more and more anxious. She pressed a button on her cell for what seemed like the thousandth time awakening the screen. No new messages or missed calls. She sighed pressing the side button killing the screen once again. "Fuck you" she murmured a little angrier than anticipated referring to the cell phone. How dare it not provide her with any hope of Giovanni thinking about her. She picked up the box leaving the lid behind then reached for her cell sliding it into her back jeans pocket. "Fuck you cell, fuck you Gio, fuck you beretta" the incoherent words barely m

The moment Giovanni had pressed the buzzer and the door automatically opened without as much as an acknowledgement from Rosalia, he knew something was definitely wrong. It was the middle of the night and she hadn't even asked who she was letting in the building? He had pushed the door open to make sure the automatic lock system didn't kick in then retrieved Ricci from the car to join him. It was better to be safe than sorry. The pair quietly made their way up the stairs and leaned against Rosalia's front door listening in. It was quiet. Too quiet. A few minutes went by and still nothing. It wasn't difficult to hear Rosalia's muffled sounds when she finally made herself known. The scrapping of something across the floor was the final straw for the guys on the other side of the door as they withdrew their guns and kicked the door open. "Jesus fucking Christ!" Giovanni was on the floor with Rosalia pulling the tape from her mouth hastily as she cried out. He watched her in a panic suck

"What happens now?" Rosalia asked sitting on the floor of her freshly cleaned apartment. She sat leaning against the couch, underneath her lay the cool freshly mopped floorboards. The grey throw rug Emilia picked up at a closing down sale, now gone. It lay wrapped up in one of the bin bags by the front door. The dawn light now flooding into the apartment while the men casually drank their coffees as if they had merely come home from an all night bender. "Have some coffee," Giovanni urged holding his cappuccino out towards her encouraging her to get some caffeine into her system. "You can't miss your shift at work today, I need you to do exactly what you would do every other day Rosalia. Do not change your routine. Not today, understand?" She nodded while pushing away the mug in front of her. She could accept going about her daily routine, but there was no way she could stomach anything right now. Not after the bloodshed before her during the last few hours. How they could stand arou

"Morning," Antonio took a long drag of his cigarette before blowing the smoke directly into James's face. He glanced over at his brother Matteo and smiled as James tried to breathe through his coughing fit while attempting to wakeup. The pair sat in chairs just in front of him tilting their heads observing his reaction. He clearly had no idea where he was or what was happening to him. "Bill!" James screamed at the discovery of his friend lying lifelessly on the exposed concrete floor in a pool of his own blood. "No!" He continued thrashing against his restraints unable to move from the chair he was bound to. "He's dead," Mattei confirmed bluntly without a care in the world. "He's dead because he wouldn't tell us who made the move on our card game." He leaned in closer to James eyeing him firmly. He needed to know who was boss at this point in time. "Now James," he continued taping the barrel of his gun onto James's knee cap causing him to jerk backwards. "Tell us who paid you and y

"I'm going to tell him." Rosalia stated once again, this time she thought she sounded much more convincing. The more she said it out loud the more she gained confidence. She tilted her head up to study Ricci's reaction as he constantly paced throughout her hotel room. He stopped at the kitchenette, his back now to her placing both hands on the counter leaning over to take a moment before turning back around. His back slightly pressed against the counter, he placed both hands back to grip the edge of the counter. "Rosa, we talked about this. You know we can't." "Yes we can!" She argued back attempting to convince him. "He will kill me!" "He won't," she argued back trying to keep her voice at a minimum. "It was just a kiss. It didn't mean anything. You grew up with his family I'm sure he-" "Jesus Rosalia," he lifted his right hand off the counter bringing it towards his head. He pressed his thumb and forefinger at his temples. "You don't know what he's capable of. We didn't just