Todos los capítulos de The Mafia Emperor: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

He straightened from his leaned position against the doorframe as I stepped into the hall. My eyes instantly wandered around. My brows creased. Why did he come here? Alone? I pressed my lips into a thin line and narrowed my eyes at him. He smirked, though it was a hollow one but I relaxed. It meant nothing to worry about. "Is Duante alright?" I asked. "More than alright, Mrs Rego." He gestured at the front couch. I snorted at his bossy gesture but I walked over it and sat down. I held my question back. It would be rude. "Angela didn't come with you?" I asked, drifting my gaze to the door, hoping she would walk in. "I'm here for a business meeting. It's my usual place to stay. I hope you don't mind, Mrs Rego." He walked forward. "Until you don't harm me." I flashed my full smile at him. "I have told you before." He kept his soft smile on his face. Though it was betraying his dark eyes. It was also a relief that his darkness

Mini's POV I stared out at the swing. The garden was manicured yesterday, it was lemon green under the full light of the sun. It was our usual place to hang out most of the time after school. We never struggled to find another friend. We were enough for each other. I could digest food but secrets… never. I couldn't sit in rest until I spilled my guts out. That was the big reason Rose and Evie hesitated to share their secrets with me. I didn't mind at all. They're my sisters and best friends. But I'm hiding the biggest secret. I couldn't even share it with my husband. He wouldn't trust me. But I know a person who will listen to me. My body trembled recalling their threats and cold glares at me. I was still in shock that he was part of their dirty plan. Duante trusts him, my husband trusts him, and Evie too. It was quite unbelievable. I still wanted it to be a nightmare. It would break our family. But I could see it was already broken. No one would forgive him. Duante would kill him lik

Antonio's POV I hadn't heard from my daughter. I had called her grandma. But she wasn't answering. He had sent his guard to check on them. He never liked the habit of her denying the security around her. She wanted to lead a normal life and he loved her so much to give her anything. Duante walked in the hall. Drake was always with him. He still remembered the small boy smiling but it was for a short period. After his parent's death, he adopted a cold expression. He was glad that he opened up for his wife. He could still see a little glimpse of his happy side around his wife. But it faded after he lost his memories. "Did we get any clue, son?" Antonio asked, getting on his feet. His head was still mulling over his daughter and grandchild. He glanced at him for a long second. "Is Sofia alright?" Duante asked, his poker face wasn't giving anything. "It has been a week. I called Betha's house. She didn't answer. I'm worried. She always leaves a message

For now, it would be only Aaron and Drake. It would be better if fewer people knew about it. "Drake, call them to meet me in the warehouse. Now!" He said. Aaron's eyebrows shot up. "We have a meeting after two hours." He rubbed his fingers on his two-day-old stubble. "He can wait. Just message him this location. Traffic is going to keep him busy. It would earn us some more time." His blazing gaze turned to Drake. "There should be no trace of human activities." Drake nodded. "We can call them after meeting with Antonio Sir, boss." He suggested. "Just tell them to be here." He lashed. Drake bowed his head and drifted out of the old wooden office. "You should hear him. There may be a point in his suggestion." Aaron said. He smiled his way. "I know what I'm doing." His grip fastened on the back of the old chair. Aaron looked at him, holding no expression on his face. "I have a feeling. You have already planned eve

Is this happiness I'm feeling? Did my father feel it when my mother was pregnant? I would have definitely asked him if he were alive. But I haven't been this relentless then. I ran my thumb over the black-and-white photo. My child. I haven't seen him, hold him but I feel attached to him. Tom must be feeling this. I couldn't talk to him. There are some battles that we have to face alone. He was acting on my advice and concentrating on the business. But he was also digging into the matter, trying to find the person who was behind all this. I heard the softest footsteps. It was easy to detect when you were aware of your surroundings. My eyes lifted from the file. Cristiano strode into the hall, his hands were shoved in his pockets. I motioned him to the front chair. " I was expecting you, but not alone?" My brows shot up. I was certain he would fall in love with Angela. Her frightened look reminded me of the day when I first saw my wife, draped in a bea