Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mafia Men III - Mancini's Bride: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Scott ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─My eyes were fixated on the sprawled-out blueprint of their extravagant Lincoln Park estate. Within the East Wing, a trifecta of bedrooms awaited, each a potential cage for Allegra. It was fucking imperative that I deciphered her exact location. My priority was to be by her side, shielding her from harm, before addressing any other matters that lay ahead."Whatever you're thinking... Don't," Niko's stern voice filled my ears. "How long will it take?" I asked. "Not long..." Alessandro stormed into the room, his laptop in hand, forcefully slamming the door behind him while venting his frustration. "Armando has been caught," he declared, provoking an intense surge of anger within me. In my fury, I struck the wooden table with such force that it shattered, leaving a gaping hole in its wake. "Motherfucker!" I shouted, ripping the map off the table and flinging it at the wall, "I have had enough of this shit!" "Calm down, Scott!" "Don't tell me to fucking calm down, I

Scott ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─"You think you can endure it forever, Mancini? Well, think again. We'll make sure you crack under the weight of your own arrogance," Vincenzo growled, his chest heaving as he had unleashed every ounce of pent-up rage onto me.I grinned back at him, they had me suspended from a wall, and my arms were stretched to the maximum, strapped to the wall behind me and so were my legs. They had fucking knocked me out, brought me here to this cell, and stripped me of all the things that were on my body. Right now, I was wearing only pants. Fucking hell, they had taken the vial of poison too. "As I said before, I don't have a fucking breaking point. Try all you want, Vincenzo," I answered, trying to keep my head upright. I had a few broken ribs and countless cuts on my body. All of my nails were ripped off with a plier, fucking excruciating but they'd have to kill me before getting anything out of me. I'd never break my vow, I'd never betray the Cosa Nostra. Nikolai Costello wil

Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─"Silvio, we have to reach Nikolai before anyone else!" I exclaimed, my gaze fixed on the alarming amount of blood Scott was losing.In frustration, Silvio slammed his hand onto the steering wheel. "Damn it, Allegra! It's not as simple as you think!" he shouted."Why not?!" I demanded, my voice filled with frustration.Silvio's face twisted with anger. "I would be a disloyal betrayer! I can't betray the Outfit like this. My father might have accepted my sexuality, but mark my words, he will never forgive me for this," he warned, as he made a sharp and decisive turn.Blood oozed from his stomach, and I applied firm pressure to the wound, determined to halt the crimson flow as Scott was starting to turn pale, "Just because you can't betray the Outfit doesn't mean I can't either. I have no allegiance to the Chicago Outfit, my loyalty lies with the Cosa Nostra, and it always will."He glanced at me through the rearview mirror, "What are you suggesting?" As I glanced down

Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─Vito drove us back to the hospital. I never thought that I'd feel this lighter, this free after ending a relationship with Luna. I don't know how or why I kept holding onto her for so long. The ultimate revenge against such a parent is to break free, persevere, and blossom into the most authentic and remarkable version of myself.Luna had problems. I can't say that she had been treated fairly by my father, he had hurt her really badly. He had called out another woman's name while he was with her but she stayed. It was on her and him not on me. She made me her outlet for the emotional abuse she received from my father. I never thought I'd be able to do it, you know, cut all ties with her, leave her in the past, and get myself out of this abusive relationship but somehow I did it. I don't know if he knows that or not but he made me stronger. He makes me feel confident and bold, he makes me want to do things that I had never imagined I'd ever do. Vito parked the car

Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ONE MONTH LATER──── ⋆⋆⋆⋆ ────I bit my lower lip as I curled the last remaining strand of my hair. For the first time, I had gotten ready all by myself without anyone's assistance and I could say I looked like the perfect Mrs. Mancini. I wore a black silk satin dress that had a cowl neckline, and a lace-up back with a side slit, and paired it with black heels. A sharp sting on my butt cheek caused me to spin around, narrow my eyes, and rub the sore spot. Scott glared at me, taking in my appearance from head to toe, he was mad about not having sex for a long time. This morning the doctor gave him the green light to have sex but I refused, we simply did not have time for that. And now he's mad at me for not giving in. He had been asking me to sit on his face for a month now and I'm sure once we go down that road, he won't be satisfied with a single round. He only wore a pair of black boxer briefs, and his hair was still wet from our shower. "What?" I asked, thro