All Chapters of Ruling the Mafia World: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

But if it’s Skye trapping me, I don’t think I will ever complain! This thought made me shake my head and smile foolishly at myself. I do not expect the feeling to be requited, but if I may dare to wish, I would never hesitate, with or without the thinnest chance to be granted. The simple hope that somehow that day would come excites me to no end. The trust that Skye is giving me, as she said she only spoke to me because she only trusts me, is like soft feathers that tickle my heart. And the mere fact that she is here right next to me, despite everything that is going on, I am sad, I am deeply sorry, but I am also thankful. I can never be bold to tell Skye about how I honestly feel, I know she is sad and grieving, and I am grieving with her, but I am still grateful she came into my life. I hope there is something or more that I could do for her in return. I joined Skye on the bed, lying on my side, facing and not taking my eyes off of her. “I have not been able to express my gra

Skye’s POVAfter hearing Gab’s words, I felt like my soul had departed my body. The pain became unbearable, and maybe a part of me wanted to deny hearing and admitting the facts of Gab’s words if they happened to bear any. My sanity and my brain seemed to close any window of possibility to perceive Gab’s words and escape to wherever I could go to avoid reality.I closed my eyes as I seemed to drift into an unknown world, like a paradise of serene silence, comforting peace, and soothing calmness.“Where am I?” I asked myself silently. I looked around. The whole place was bright but not blinding bright. It was like the early morning sun of the day, warm and promising. I rubbed my eyes. “Did I fall asleep?” I thought aloud. It did not feel like it has been a while since the moment I was drowning in tears of sorrow and sadness to see the Urn that contained dad’s ashes. I could tell my eyes were still wet with tears. My throat was still feeling like a huge lump was in it, and I could ha

I went to my dad’s room to use the bath instead of the one in my room. I did not want to make any sound that would wake Marco up from his rest, so I decided to use the bathroom in dad’s room. I brought a set of clothes for my change and had my morning shower before going downstairs to check whatever I could prepare for breakfast from the stock left in the pantry. I guess Gab did not notice my presence as he seemed so focused on what he was doing and it gave me so much time to think about how I was going to act around this man. I remember what Mom Yofiel told me about Gab in my dreams. I must say, Mom Yofiel had been a great influencer in my life because she had been the sweet and gentle voice that I have grown to listen to and speak to when I was in the early age of my life. And now, even in my dreams, she seemed to guide me. “What are you doing?” I asked after a while of staring into Gabriel’s back as he was standing in front of the kitchen stove. My tone was so cas

Gab looked proud and abashed to hear me and maybe watch me eat the food he made with enthusiasm. He even said thanks that I liked his cooking, but I brushed him off by saying I did not say such words. We exchanged playful banter while Marco looked even more bewildered, watching us.  I playfully invited Marco to join us, and just in case I got a tummy ache, I would not suffer on my own, so he should have the same food I was having for breakfast. Gab made another kind of fruit juice for Marco.  Apparently, the juice for Marco was something to help the latter feel better from the after effect of alcohol since he had drunk some the previous night.  Gab had to get the high bar stool beneath the kitchen counter and joined us at the table after making a few more servings of the food he had bought himself

Before I met Marco, I already had the streets in my control. It wasn’t easy at first. Because I had to fight head to head, fist to fist, knife to knife, gun to gun, name it, you have it! The rules of living on the streets are tough. And only those who survive them remain. And only those who are not scared of death get to muster their strength and sit on the throne. I learned on the streets that being fierce is not enough to win any battle. Fierceness is bland. One has to spice it with humor and concern, respect and loyalty, in order to secure the alliance and submission of those that are in your legion. I value their family like I do mine. I even teach the idiotic ones who seemed to abandon their family due to experiencing abuse- physical and mental. I remind them to hate what they do and not follow their ways when the time comes that they bec