Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

{Mac Allister}" Mother, come with me " I held my mother's arm gently as we discreetly make our way toward the tiny exit, evading the prying eyes of the gathered mafia bosses. Their scrutinizing gazes followed us, their curiosity piqued by our sudden departure. I couldn't help but notice Rocco's lingering stare, a mix of intrigue and perhaps something more sinister.I stood there, anger coursing through my veins, as my mother attempted to justify her decision. Her words echoed in my mind, mingling with the weight of responsibility that had been thrust upon me. The alliance through marriage, the intertwining of our family with the Tommy family, had been orchestrated without my consent, without even consulting me."Why don't you consult me to know my willingness?" I exclaimed, my voice tinged with frustration and resentment. The notion of my desires and wishes being disregarded was a bitter pill to swallow. I had always been taught that loyalty and unity were paramount, but to be exc

{Mac Allister}I stood there at the altar, my gaze fixed upon Jacinda and Tommy (who was been pushed in his Ash colored wheelchair) approaching me. A knot tightened in my stomach. The weight of the moment was palpable, heightened by the realization that the priest standing beside me was none other than Krystallo, the infamous mafia priest known for his merciless acts.My eyes inadvertently drifted towards the cross-shaped tattoo, intertwined with a viper, adorning Krystallo's neck. The intricate design served as a chilling reminder of the countless lives he had taken and the blood that stained his hands. It was a symbol of power and ruthlessness, one that sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals.I stood there, my eyes fixed upon Tommy in his wheelchair, and a surge of mixed emotions welled up within me. Seeing him pull out a cigarette and begin smoking, an act that symbolized defiance and a rebellious spirit, added an unexpected layer of complexity to the mome

{Abebi}I told nobody about Mac Allister buying me a phone. Even my friend Chiara was not aware. I personally made it my little secret.It was the early hours of the morning, and a sense of anticipation lingered in the air as I picked up the cell phone gifted to me by Mac Allister. With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, I turned it on, eager to connect with my brother, whom I had lost contact with for far too long.But as I attempted to enter his number, a wave of despair washed over me. I couldn't recall the digits; they had slipped from my memory like grains of sand through clenched fingers. Frantically searching my mind for a solution, I realized I had written his number down in my diary. However, in my distress, the diary seemed to have vanished, adding another layer of frustration to my already troubled state.I crumpled to the floor, overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness. Tears streamed down my face as I contemplated the dire consequences of my predicament. Mac Allister

{Mac Allister}It is both good news to me as well as bad news to me that my mum has been awake. I know I am the one she will want to see immediately. I could not leave my dons to meet her. If not the rumour of me being a mama boy would spray, I have yet to declare Abebi to them as my right-hand woman and consigliere.Abebi approached me. I gestured for her to come closer. The atmosphere in the room was filled with a sense of restlessness, and I understood the Dons' desire for some entertainment to lighten the mood. Fico's comment about the lack of entertainment resonated with me, as I realized we had been immersed in business discussions and negotiations for quite some time.Emes chimed in, emphasizing the allure of the women from Enna and their reputation for beauty and charm. His words echoed the sentiments of the other Dons, who sought to experience the pleasures that our establishment offered.In response to their requests, I turned to Abebi, placing the responsibility on her to f

{Mac Allister}Early the next morning, I was the first to wake up. I kissed Abebi on her forehead and wrapped her properly in the blanket before leaving the room.I walked to my private gymnasium, immediately I went into the gym. My eyes were met with the daily newspaper my workers normally keep there for me. I took it to read the front page. I couldn't believe what was written in it.As I pushed my body to its limits, the sweat trickling down my forehead mirrored the intensity of my focus. But even amidst the physical exertion, I couldn't escape the nagging presence of the newspaper article that had caught my attention earlier."The Allsters tried to steal Tommy business's partner." The words stared back at me from the pages, taunting me with their audacity. How could such a rumour circulate? Who would dare tarnish our reputation in such a manner?I couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration. Our position in the underworld was precarious enough, and now this unwelcome news threate