Pustaka
Cari
Beranda / Mafia / Trapped by the Mafia Boss / Idiot

Share

Idiot

Penulis: Funmilayo
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-16 22:29:42

MARIO'S POV

The first few days after our fight... they were manageable. Uncomfortable, yes, but manageable. I was still pissed, still bitter, but I’d made peace with the fact that we needed time. And time, we had.

I kept to myself mostly, gave her the cold shoulder when she tried to be close, barely answered when she asked questions, but deep down, I was trying. Slowly. Quietly. I was trying.

I'd even made a plan.

After Vivienne’s posthumous birthday which was also her birthday, I was going to open my heart to her again. Try, genuinely try, to let Sylvia in. We’d talk. We’d maybe start over. I didn’t know if we’d survive it, but I owed her that much.

But first... I had to visit Vivienne’s grave.

I sat at the breakfast table that morning, unmoving, a bunch of flower lying limp beside my untouched bacon. My head throbbed, but not from lack of sleep, from guilt. That heavy, pressing kind that sits on your chest like a demon.

The truth I’d kept from Sylvia had started to eat me alive. I k
Lanjutkan membaca buku ini secara gratis
Pindai kode untuk mengunduh Aplikasi
Bab Terkunci
Bab sebelumnya Bab selanjutnya

Bab terbaru

  • Trapped by the Mafia Boss    Make up.

    Mario’s POVPissed was an understatement for what I felt. I was tired, and I was officially done.I was tired of the pull and push. How do you go from making progress a few minutes ago to talking about open marriage? No matter how much I tried to wrap my head around Sylvia, I couldn’t.I drove straight to yesterday’s underground club. It was always in session. The lighting was dim and red, the place stank of cheap perfume and bad decisions. I settled into the same dark corner and watched the chaos unfold.The first woman came, I waved her off.The second one tried harder, I ignored her too.Then I saw her.Same height as Sylvia. Same thick hair, tied up in a lazy bun. It was twisted, maybe even messed up, but everything lately had been twisted.I signaled her over."How much for a day?" I asked, my voice flat.She blinked. “Like… a whole day?”I nodded.“Uh… five hundred?” she said, uncertain.“I’ll give you a thousand,” I replied, already pulling out my wallet.Her eyes widened. I co

  • Trapped by the Mafia Boss    You're insane.

    Sylvia’s POVI stood in front of the office door, frozen.Mario sat behind me in the waiting area, legs spread, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor.I had on an oversized shirt that hung down to my thighs. My hair was still matted, my hands trembling.I took a deep breath.Then I opened the door.The room smelled like lavender. Clean, and calm. A woman sat at the far end of the couch, legs crossed, a gentle smile tugging at her lips.“You must be Sylvia,” she said softly, nodding toward the couch opposite her. “Only Mario could make me cancel on a patient last minute.”I gave a small nod and walked in.She studied me for a moment, not judging, just… observing. Then leaned forward a bit.“I’m Dr. Grace. You can call me Grace, if it helps. This is your space, alright? You can talk, or not talk. Cry, yell, sit in silence. Nothing here is too much.”My throat tightened. I gave a tiny nod.“Do you want to start by telling me what brought you here today?”I looked at my hands.

  • Trapped by the Mafia Boss    Don't hold back

    MARIO'S POVWhoever had taken that picture was gone, and fast.Shit.I didn’t wait to think. I bolted out of the club and into my car, not even checking if Leo was still inside. He could find his way home. I had bigger problems.I gripped the steering wheel tearing through the streets, drivers cursing at me when I swerved last minute. My mind was running wild.There were only two reasons anyone would take that photo:One... to send it to the press.Two... to send it to Sylvia.Both options spelled hell.By the time I got to the house, I’d nearly crashed four times. I didn’t even remember how I unlocked the door, just that the moment I stepped inside, a thick stench of alcohol hit me.My stomach dropped.There she was. Sylvia. On the couch. Unmoving. Empty bottles littered around her.I stepped in slowly.Her phone wasn’t in her hand. Good. Maybe she hadn’t seen anything yet.I crouched in front of her and studied her face. Passed out. Completely.I sighed. My chest felt tight. Tight w

  • Trapped by the Mafia Boss    Unwind

    Mario's POVI didn’t go back to work.Couldn’t.The air there felt too full, like it remembered what I’d done. What I hadn’t said.So I just drove.No destination, no music. Just the quiet hum of the engine and the occasional bump in the road keeping me from falling into the kind of thoughts I wasn’t ready to confront yet.I ended up parking outside Leo’s gym. Not because I planned to. I just looked up and there it was. The old red sign flickering like always, half the letters dead, the other half working overtime.I found him inside, gloves on, sweat pouring down his back as he punished a punching bag like it owed him money.“You look like shit,” he said as soon as he saw me. No hello.“Good to see you too.”He grinned and unwrapped his hands, tossing the gloves aside. “What brings you here? Mafia drama or girl drama?”I didn’t answer, just sat on the bench and rubbed the back of my neck. He took the hint.“Alright. You need a drink.”I raised a brow. “It’s not even six yet.”He grab

  • Trapped by the Mafia Boss    Sisters.

    Mario's POV I didn't go back inside. I didn't want to.So I drove off.The drive to the cemetery was quiet. I didn’t put on music. Didn’t open the windows. Just sat behind the wheel with one hand gripping the steering and the other pressed against my mouth like that would hold back the guilt crawling up my throat.It was my fault she died.If I hadn’t dragged her into the Mafia ring, if I hadn’t fallen so deep into the shit I was trying to protect her from Vivienne would still be alive. With our baby. We'd be somewhere far from all of this. Maybe Italy. She used to say she wanted to raise our child in a town with cobblestone streets and lemon trees. I used to laugh. Tell her we were too deep in this life for fantasies.But now she was gone.And the baby was gone.And I’d replaced her with Sylvia. Like she was just… a placeholder. Fuck.When I pulled up at the cemetery gate, it was overcast. Gray clouds smeared across the sky. The kind of clouds that felt heavy, like they knew what da

  • Trapped by the Mafia Boss    Idiot

    MARIO'S POVThe first few days after our fight... they were manageable. Uncomfortable, yes, but manageable. I was still pissed, still bitter, but I’d made peace with the fact that we needed time. And time, we had.I kept to myself mostly, gave her the cold shoulder when she tried to be close, barely answered when she asked questions, but deep down, I was trying. Slowly. Quietly. I was trying.I'd even made a plan.After Vivienne’s posthumous birthday which was also her birthday, I was going to open my heart to her again. Try, genuinely try, to let Sylvia in. We’d talk. We’d maybe start over. I didn’t know if we’d survive it, but I owed her that much.But first... I had to visit Vivienne’s grave.I sat at the breakfast table that morning, unmoving, a bunch of flower lying limp beside my untouched bacon. My head throbbed, but not from lack of sleep, from guilt. That heavy, pressing kind that sits on your chest like a demon.The truth I’d kept from Sylvia had started to eat me alive. I k

Bab Lainnya

Anda juga akan menyukai

Jelajahi dan baca novel bagus secara gratis
Akses gratis ke berbagai novel bagus di aplikasi GoodNovel. Unduh buku yang kamu suka dan baca di mana saja & kapan saja.
Baca buku gratis di Aplikasi
Pindai kode untuk membaca di Aplikasi
DMCA.com Protection Status