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Chapter 58: Called Back or Cast Out?
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2026-03-18 01:49:51
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280 Days With The Mafia King Chapter 66: Born in Chaos
Mariella’s POVMother Superior didn’t argue. For the first time since I had known her… she didn’t respond in her usual haughty manner. She simply nodded, then she grabbed my arm.“Come,” she said.Another contraction ripped through me before I could stand. It felt like my guts were being twisted with a fork. I cried out and bent forward, desperately clutching my stomach. Why now? Why now?Outside, there was so much gunfire that I was starting to find it difficult to tell the gunshots apart from the thunder. Meanwhile, Dante leaned against the wall behind us, breathing hard, his gun raised toward the hallway.He looked different now, nothing like the stoic killer everyone feared. He looked like a cornered, wounded animal, damn near feral. I looked at him, temporarily forgetting my pain and wondering if he'd be okay. “What are you doing? Get out of here!” He barked. Mother Superior pulled me up again, and this time, I forced my legs to move. I could barely hold my own weight, and sh
280 Days With The Mafia King Chapter 65: Between Birth and Death
Mariella's POVThere was a massive storm outside. Bright lightning bolts and deafening thunder rattled the stained glass windows of the chapel, making the figures of the saints dance weirdly in the flickering candlelight. I was alone in the chapel now, and had been alone for almost an hour. I heard the bells for lights out and then looked out the window. I hadn't even realized how late it was. Saying my final prayers for the day, I stood up and left for my room.Getting to my room, I couldn't stop thinking about Luciano and what he told me. I looked at my bed and saw the book Luciano spoke about. It was a small, brown leather-bound book. I immediately opened the book and saw my father's beautiful handwriting. It looked like a letter, but I couldn't quite read it as the room was pretty dark. So I turned on a candle and sat on my bed to read it. “To my sweet little girl,” it started. The ink was somewhat faded, but the writing was still sharp enough to read. “If you've searched for me,
280 Days With The Mafia King Chapter 64:
Mariella’s POVIt was nighttime, and the bells had been rung for lights out. I lay on my bed, thinking about what Mother Superior had told me. Even though she always spoke to me harshly, today was different. For some reason, her words stung me more today than they had ever done. Was I really making the nuns feel like hostages? Well, I guess I could somewhat understand why she said that. No one likes being surrounded by armed men 24/7. I wondered why Luciano was doing this. It wasn't necessary at all. It was almost like he was trying to make the convent so uncomfortable to stay that I would have no choice but to go back to him. But I'll be damned if I let him win so easily. If he wanted to play, then so did I. We would see who would win in the end. ******************A few months passed, and I had gotten used to this weird convent-mafia life. For the most part, I barely even noticed the De Luca men anymore. My belly had swollen considerably, and even though the nuns kept talking, I
280 Days With The Mafia King Chapter 63:
Mariella’s POV After what happened at the refectory, every day I spent in the convent became more unbearable than the last. The nuns didn't whisper as much as they used to in the past ( though I couldn't tell if they did so behind my back). But for some reason, I felt like I had more judgmental eyes on me now than ever before. I sat in the general study, trying to read the Bible, when I heard a knock on the door. “Donna Mariella,” a voice called. I was really sick of this and didn't want to answer. But knowing how these men were, if I ignored him, he would pull the door down to tell me whatever it was he wanted to and have a new door installed immediately. So sparing myself the trouble, I stood up and walked over to the door. I could see the other nuns in the study, staring at me. “What do you want?” I answered, opening the door. It was one of the men. He was holding a small cooler. “Good afternoon, Donna Mariella,” he greeted, bowing his head. “The Boss sends his regards and you
280 Days With The Mafia King Chapter 62: Under His Rule
Mariella's POVIt was now almost a week since De Luca's men arrived at the convent. As if my life at the convent wasn't bad enough as it was already, these people were going to drive me mad. Sure, none of the nuns seemed to like me to begin with. But now, they somehow hated me more than they originally did, which I didn't even know was possible. I don't know how Luciano didn't stop to think, that — ‘oh, maybe my men would make everyone uncomfortable’. This was a freaking convent. Holy ground. And this man just decided to place the most hardened criminals inside it. Now what would they think of me? The label of having a ‘curse’, or the devil's mark, as some of them call it was enough stigma already. Now, not only did I have this “devil’s Mark”, " but I was also being followed around by someone who would do the devil no injustice if he played the role. If I didn't know any better, I would think he was doing this on purpose. Waking up from my sleep one morning, to the toll of the ch
280 Days With The Mafia King Chapter 61: What’s Mine, I Protect
Luciano’s POVSitting behind the desk in my study, I stared at the amber liquid in my glass, watching the way the light of the chimney fire caught the condensation in the drink. I could still feel some pain in my body from the altercation with Vincenzo at the warehouse. But that was the least of my problems, to be honest. I was more worried about Mariella and angry at myself that I couldn't get myself to stop thinking about her, no matter how much I tried. We hadn't spoken since our fight at the hospital. We hadn't even seen each other. I had left the hospital days before she was discharged. And since she returned to this mansion earlier today, I hadn't set my eyes on her. I planned on doing so, though. I thought about our argument for a while and concluded that maybe I was somewhat insensitive to her feelings and beliefs. We needed to talk. A proper conversation would settle it.At least that was what I thought when I went to her room earlier tonight. I was surprised to meet an empty
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