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Mafia’s Property. Twenty-Two: His Mantenuta.
Natalia’s POV: Carlo finally returned a week later. But for the past two days, I hadn't seen him, not once. It was like he was avoiding me and it was driving me crazy.After everything that’s happened, he's just going to ignore me? I needed answers—needed to know about Luca’s disappearance and my future.A knock on my door and one of the guards walked in. “Boss would like to speak with you, in his office.”Fucking finally!I got off the bed and followed the guard out to Carlo’s office. The guard opened the door and I walked in, finding Carlo behind his desk. The light from the opened blinds played across his cheekbones, as well as a lush mouth. He hadn’t shaved recently, and a dark scruff covered his sharp jaw. There was something about his hard grey-blue eyes that had me thinking about what he'd been up to these past few days.“Sit.” He gestured to an empty chair in front of his desk, which I took eyeing him warily. Why was he so different? “I’m not going to beat about the bush,”
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Natalia’s POV: God!I was so angry my body vibrated with it. I have never been this furious in my life!I got to my room, slammed the door, and locked it shut with a chair against its knob. I paced back and forth like a wounded animal, and before I could stop myself I grabbed the curtain and tore it from its rails. Next, I picked up the bedside lamp, smashing it into the mirror with all my strength. I watched it shatter to pieces, panting from the exertion.Without thinking, I grabbed a piece, accidentally cutting myself. Hissing, I stared at the blood coating the glass and dripping to the floor. But I was way past caring. I felt like I could explode any second now. My chest felt heavy and it physically hurt. If I couldn't take my anger out on Carlo, I would do that to his properties! I walked over to the bed and started slashing. I let it all out. My fury at Carlo, my anger at Luca and my rage at my father.They were the reason I was in the mess, how dare they dictate my life! Firs
Last Updated : 2024-10-31Mafia’s Property. Twenty-Four: Rebellion.
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Last Updated : 2024-11-02Mafia’s Property. Twenty-Five: Emotional Blackmail.
Natalia’s POV:I may have lost count of how many days I’d gone without food or water. And I felt dead. Carlo hadn't budged, not one bit, and I was probably going to die from my stubborn act. A soft knock had me darting my eyes to the door, an action I instantly regretted. Yes, people, hunger makes your body hurt, and even the slightest movements are hell. “Hey,” Caterina’s soft voice called, and I wasn't surprised she was the one. Only she would knock before entering, unlike Carlo. I sat up on the bed, careful not to move too much so the chains at my feet wouldn't drag across the wounds there (I’d tried severally to take the chains out and I'd only succeeded in hurting myself)My eyes tracked her as she moved closer to the large king-sized bed, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. She wasn't with a food tray, so I'd assumed she was here to wipe me clean—yes, Carlo never released me so I could have a bath, the bastard made sure Caterina wiped me instead. How convenient. “What now?”
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Natalia’s POV:FLASHBACK:FIRST DAY IN ITALY:Exhausted, I dropped to the floor beside the door and that was when my eyes caught something strange amidst the mess on the floor. Slowly, I picked up the brown envelope that slid out from where my bag landed. It wasn't mine. I hadn't put an envelope when I packed my bag, at least I didn't remember putting it in there. My heart rate picked up as every instinct told me not to open the strange envelope. But my fingers moved, tearing the seal off…My fingers trembled as I pulled out a white paper from the envelope and realized it was a letter. Carefully, I opened the letter, and it read:To Natalia, If you're reading this, I may already be dead. The sins I committed have finally caught up with me, the people I wronged have found me and it is only a matter of time until Don Carlo comes for me. I know I'd hurt you and wronged you so much that I don't think you could ever forgive me. So this one last time, allow me to be selfish; I’d decided
Last Updated : 2024-11-04Mafia’s Property. Twenty-Seven: Trusting Alessandro.
Carlo’s POV: I knew that time of the month was drawing closer again, and just like every time in the past, I was boiling with anger, frustration and anxiety. It bothered me—always did and I hated that it made me seem vulnerable and weak.But now wasn't the time to dwell on the past, there were other pressing issues at hand. Like finding out how The Amatos knew exactly when and where Luca would be on the day of the attack. I headed down to the dungeon with Enzo and two of my men. We got to the place where Elio, a relative to the Amatos leader was held captive . But Elio wasn’t who I was here for today. I might even let him go home soon, after all they had decided to plead allegiance. I was here for Benito. The same guard who had ‘died’ saving Luca.What a pathetic joke. Turned out Benito had staged his death and was in on the plan with Gianpaolo and The Amatos, funny how he thought he could escape me. I pushed open the cell door where Elio and Benito hung from the ceilings, their ha
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Last Updated : 2024-11-08Mafia’s Property. Twenty-Nine: Friends.
Natalia’s POV: A few minutes after Carlo fled the room like his ass was on fire, I went into the bathroom to freshen up, got a robe, and slipped back into my old room. He hadn’t bothered to chain me back to the bed and I assumed he'd finally let me go, after all he'd already claimed me as his mistress whether I liked it or not. Why had I even put up with him without a fight? I shut my eyes tightly as I felt myself cringe from the embarrassing way I had let him do what he wanted with me. I wouldn't say I hadn't enjoyed it. I did. But it didn't mean I couldn't regret it afterward. The fact that this was going to be my reality for a while until Alessandro found a way out for me and Ava was depressing to an extent…My mind flashed back to the conversation I had with Alessandro days back…~ ~ ~ My brows furrowed as suspicion grew. “Why? What is in it for you?”He smirked. “When the time comes, you will know.”Huh? “What does that even mean? That doesn't even sound convincing enough,” I
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Mafia’s Property. Two Hundred & Thirty-Four:
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & THIRTY-FOUR: Luca's POV: FLASHBACK.. THE PREVIOUS DAY… Taking my phone out, I typed out one last text message and I hit send. I stared at the text I'd just sent to Enzo. Me: I know who shot Gianpaolo. Call me. As I waited for a reply or his call, I had time to reflect on my decision. There was no going back now. I thought as I drove back home. I was being fooled by Angela and it had to stop. I loved her. I really did but I know better now… She didn't love me. Not one bit. I was nothing but a tool and yes, years ago, when it all started, I knew our relationship was forbidden but something about the genuine love and care she'd shown me made me say, ‘fuck it.’ There was a time where I thought only she understood me. That her love was special. Sure, papà loved me, zia too but with Angela, it had been different. I'd shared my problems with her and she'd done the same. She'd told me the story about her mother's death and I really wanted
