Todos los capítulos de Mafia Diego's Surrogate : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Kamara’s POVWatching Diego move around the kitchen swiftly made my cheeks burn from excessive blushing. This day is undoubtedly the best I have had since I came into this house. It feels like a normal activity between us. Who would have thought he had this other side to him? We spent the whole day in each other’s arms like normal couples. My lips are softened from the constant kiss. It's as if Diego is taking up this opportunity for fear of being turned down tomorrow.Despite having my doubts, I can’t resist the softness piling up in my chest towards him. Discreetly, I would like this to continue. But then, I know better than anyone else what my reality is. This might seem nice, however, it isn’t durable.“How exactly did you get into cooking? Was it something you enjoyed or did you just not have any choice?” I had to start up a conversation to stop my thoughts from running wild.Diego cut through the veggies swiftly. “When my father was alive, cooking used to be our bonding time. Na

Kamara’s POVI swear by everything I believe in this lady just hit my belly with the excuse of getting a hug. You would think her life depended on the way she clung to Diego. The sight shouldn’t move me, but I can’t seem to help it. My brows furrowed in distaste. Who does she think she is?“I have missed you so much, Diego. Feels like forever since I last saw you.” She cooed, placing kisses on his face which left red lipstick stains on him. I scoffed, unable to hide my irritation. That must have snapped them out of their bubbles as Diego coughed awkwardly easing her off him. “Oh, hi.” She moved her fingers in place of a wave. Diego stood closer to me putting enough space between him and the lady. “Kamara, meet my cousin Ivana. Ivana met my girlfriend.”Ivana’s eyes practically peeled off my skin as she stared. Even though she tries to mask her true feelings, I can smell it. “Oh, the baby mama. Nana wouldn’t stop talking about her. Hi.” She muttered nonchalantly. I snorted. Baby ma

Kamara’s POVI always felt my family was large. The few people that I have been closest to don’t exactly have beyond two to three people in their family sharing meals. With Diego, I never thought there was an extension to him and Nana. But I guess I judged too quickly. Here I am in the kitchen big enough to make the whole of a person's room, kitchen, and bathroom preparing an Italian classic meal with the women of the family. We are about to make Pollo alla cacciatora which is made with chicken as the most important ingredient. I was concerned when about eight women in their middle age with Nana being the oldest gathered. Only to learn some are childhood friends who have turned relatives, helping out with a Sunday lunch that the family and a few guests would feast on. Apparently, it was one of the dying wish Nana’s dying wishes. Insisting she didn’t want people to keep wallowing in sadness over her passing. I think it is an amazing wish. That is a person who loves her family enough

Kamara’s POVMy appetite had waned terribly by the time lunch was ready. The large family gathered around the table to eat, throwing jabs at each other and making slight jokes. None of that appealed to me. I was so distracted that I didn't pay attention to Ivana’s suspicious closeness with Diego. All I could think about was my sister. Ciara has been a bitch to me many times I can’t deny that, however, I can’t bring myself to hate her. She is still a part of me. Negative thoughts kept bombarding my head thinking about her. My parents would never forgive themselves if that happened. I just wish she would answer the fucking call so I would be assured of her safety. Tears filled my eyes as I stared at the plate with disinterest the pleasant meal in front of me still couldn’t uplift my mood. Diego leaned close his perfume filling up my nostrils, and I had almost forgotten that there were other people in the room with me. “Are you alright, mama? Do you not like the food, should I get you

Kamara’s POV“Is there anything you might have forgotten?” Chantelle inquired. Holding up a weak smile, I shook my head. “That is all.” I mouthed, getting up.“If that is the case then we are set to leave.” “Alright, thank you,” I mumbled. As I was about to leave the room a solemn-looking Nana stood by the door.Her grey hair looked thinner than usual and her face appeared to have aged more. “Do you really have to do this, Kamara? You two can sort this out. Don’t you think it is unfair that you are leaving your newborn by himself? Please. It is okay to be pissed at that stupid boy, but little Axel did nothing to deserve his mother neglecting him.”Tears burned the back of my eyes. Chantelle threw me a pitiful gaze. Inhaling sharply to keep the tears from falling, I reached for her hand. “I feel ashamed staring you in the face after lying to you for months. It's time for me to leave, Nana. I am so sorry for all that I did. It's okay if you don’t forgive me, I would be stupid to want