Semua Bab How to Hide the Mafia Boss' Child: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Luciano"Fuck," I muttered under my breath as I looked for Thalia around the house. "Have you seen Thalia?" I askedd th other guards. They all shook their heads, making me frown. I went to the training system and barged into their headquarters. I ignored the other guards that greeted me along the way and went straight to Daisy's seat. She frowned when she saw me coming her way. "Good afternoon, Don," she greeted. 'What brings you here to our office this day?""Are you with Thalia?" I asked. Reese noticed our conversation and listened in. "No," she shook her head. "Isn't she in your office, Don?"I massaged my temples and shook my head. "Are you sure that she isn't at your place?" I asked. She shook her head once more. "No," she said. "The last time we spoke was last night. I haven't seen her at all today.""Shit," I cursed once more."Why?" she asked. "She's gone," I said. "What?" Daisy and Reese exclaimed at the same time. "Gone?" Reese asked. "What do you mean by that, Do

Thalia Four years ago, when I escaped from the Luciano clan, I ended up coming here—Amari Coast. Contrary to its name, it has nothing to do with beaches and sunshine. Instead, it's a foggy and mountainous place where agriculture and sheep-tending are the most common livelihood. On my first day here, I was immediately hit by a small truck. Fortunately, it didn't cause any damage to Lucille and me. I think I was actually quite lucky being hit by that truck. If it weren't for that occurrence, then I wouldn't have met Mr. and Mrs. Ferri. Mr. and Mrs. Ferri took me into their home without any questions. I just told them that I didn't have any place to say, and they instantly gave me a room in their house. Mrs. Ferri was also the one who took care of me all throughout my pregnancy. Unfortunately, Mrs. Ferri passed away due to ovarian cancer when Lucille turned 1. From then on, it has only been Mr. Ferri and us. I always feel thankful for Mr. and Mrs. Ferri, so I just can't bring myse

Thalia I instantly slammed the door close as soon as I saw the face of the visitor. However, the door didn’t close completely as he was able to place his foot on the gap before it could close. “Oww,” he said in a small voice. However, I didn’t show any mercy as I continually slammed the door on his foot, hoping the pain would be so unbearable that he’d have no choice but to retaliate his foot. However, I forgot that he was in the mafia for a second; because the next thing I knew, he stopped my force with only one hand and opened the door. “Thalia,” he said my name in such a familiar tone that it made me want to crumble. But I knew better. “What are you doing here?” I asked him, crossing my arms in front of my chest. “Thalia,” he repeated my name once more. I heard small footsteps coming out way, causing my eyes to widen in surprise. Shit. Lucille. I acted quick and pulled Luciano out of the vicinity of the house, slamming the door close. I was holding onto his hand, and I

ThaliaI felt kind of guilty when I saw Luciano’s face fall; however, I stood my ground and kept my gaze strong.I remembered the words he said four years ago, and it’s nothing compared to mine. So, there’s no need for me to feel any pity for him.Lucille and I are doing fine without him, and honestly, I feel like he’s just here to shatter my world once more.“You don’t mean that, don’t you?” he said in a broken voice.“I do,” I stubbornly said. “So, I don’t know how you got here or how you’re going to leave, but I want you gone now.”His gaze hardened with every word, and it was a shame that I almost forgot how stubborn he truly was.It was the very reason why we didn’t get along during the first months we’ve spent together—he’s just as stubborn as me.“I drove here,” he said. “And I’m going to stay here—no matter what you say. I already talked to Grandpa Ferri awhile back, and he agreed to let me stay here for a couple of days.”“What? You asked him without my permission?”He smirked

ThaliaI ignored Luciano and turned back towards Dom. “So, where did you go?” I asked.“Australia,” he said. “My brother settled there after marrying his wife. I stayed for a couple of weeks to help them with the move.”“Australia? That’s quite cool—“I didn’t even get to finish my sentence since Luciano cleared his throat once more—louder this time.I turned back at him and raised my eyebrows.“What?”“Are you not going to introduce me?” he asked.I sighed and shook my head.“Dom, this is Luciano. Luciano, this is Dom, my good friend.”Dom smiled welcomingly and offered his hand. “Good to have you, man. I hope you’re liking Amari Coast.”Luciano merely looked at Dom’s hand and smiled fakely.“I have been liking it, but it seems like I don’t like it as much anymore,” he grumbled.I clicked my tongue and glared at him before focusing my attention back to Dom.“So, is Australia nice? I’ve actually watched a documentary about Australia and have been wanting to go there ever since. But, it