บททั้งหมดของ My Mafia Man: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Alessandro’s pov: I wake up to her every day, but every day is not enough, I need more. I’ve never believed in soulmates, but I know that she’s mine. Her bright browns hidden by her eyelids, her plump lips pressed together, and her hair all over me. I chuckle to myself thinking about last night. “Alessandro, art gallery,” she brushes my cheek with her thumb, her eyes still closed and my heart flutters with joy. “Yes, Tesoro, let’s go,” I kiss her knuckles. Five Hours Later “I want this to become our daily regime. Us going to either an art gallery or a shooting center every morning, spend time together till lunch, and then, head to our workplaces,” I tell her as I drop her off at her art gallery. “Me too,” she kisses me from outside the car, from the glass which is rolled down. “Deal, then?” I ask, holding out my hand like she had when we were signing the contract. “Deal!” She shakes my hand enthusiastically. Then, she turns on her heels and walks away into her abode of heaven.

Alessandro’s pov: “Okay,” I mutter, “Who’s the other person?” I question with a relaxed expression. “Okay?” Harlow snarls. “Yes, okay,” I repeat. Dante points to the other guard holding the chit. He hands it to Harlow. “Dante. Dante Jovie,” Harlow hisses. Dante’s torn lips and broken teeth smile at me. I don’t waste a single second shoving the gun down Dante’s throat before pulling the trigger. As the blood pours out, I feel anger gushing through my veins. Pietro. That bastard. Harlow is scanning the written pages with wide eyes and an open mouth. “What is it?” My concern cannot be hidden. “Nothing,” he doesn't even take a second to look at me. I scoff and snatch the papers from his hand. It reads: Alessandro, there’s a video on my phone…One that Pietro sent about a week ago. I’m surprised as to how fate works its magic. If I never received this video, then the truth would’ve never been revealed to you, my boy. I might’ve betrayed your father, but I have been loyal to you…I kno

“What statement, Amber?” Alessandro questions. She lets out a sigh. “I swear I saw it,” she says. “Let’s agree that you did. But why didn’t you tell me that you visited him?” Alessandro’s disappointment flashes in his eyes. “I didn’t want his blood on your hands. Besides, I wanted to deal with the whole family drama on my own,” she says. “Wait, you can ask your guards, I had them tag along with me,” she demands. Alessandro questions the guards, but none of them are on Amber’s side, they all denied her words. “Alessandro, trust me. I don’t know what’s going on!” Amber shrieks. She grips the guards by the collar and pushes them back and forth, but they don’t budge. “Alessandro,” she looks at him, her eyes still dry, hesitant to believe that this is real. “Amber…I don’t know what to say anymore,” he drops the glass to the floor and it shatters, “I don’t want to believe that any of this is real, but everything around us says otherwise.” “Think it through, Alessandro, why would I ever b

Two Years Later “Madame, we’re up next,” a man in his thirties tells a drop-dead gorgeous woman. “How much time do we have on stage?” She questions, her voice demanding. “About ten minutes,” the man says checking his wristwatch. “Mhm,” she licks her lips to wet them as she puts on a beautiful pendant. She looks at herself in the mirror, her fingers tenderly tracing the pendant. “Why do you always have that on, madame?” The man asks out of curiosity. “Someone gave it to me…A long time ago. It is a promise that I hope he lives up to every single day,” she smiles. “And I believe that he does. He can love no other the way he loved me,” the air of confidence around her intimidated the man. The announcer speaks, “Here comes the gorgeous, talented and witty, Amber Bianchi.” Amber sways her hips from side to side, her long black hair which is now straight moves with her hips, and as she reaches the center of the stage, she thanks the announcer and curls her fingers around the microphone.

Amber never comes back to Alessandro. Instead, Liam comes forward. “Mr. Bianchi?” He asks. Alessandro nods. “Your wife wants the painting,” he demands. “Ask her to come and get it,” Alessandro hands over his business card. Liam walks back in vain and reports to Amber. She rolls her eyes and trashes the card. “Madam…Amber, we need the painting,” Liam adjusts his clothes as he speaks. “I know, and I will get it,” her eyes glow. “I’ve never asked, but what’s the relationship status between you and your husband?” He questions. This was something that Amber wanted to keep secret, so she says, “Your question answers your question.” Then, they go on about the schedule, days and nights come and go, and finally, Thursday arrives. “Amber, let’s leave,” Liam says, decked up in a suit. “Sure,” she says as she steps out of her stylist’s room. She puts on the necklace before setting foot out of her flat. “How’s my new flat?” Amber questions as they step into the elevator. “Artistic,” Liam say