บททั้งหมดของ Auctioned To My Mafia Lord: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Ava's POV Perez took me to the ground floor, and the minute Gracie saw me, she ran to me, “Ava, you're awake,” she grinned, but there was something sad about her smile, and with the situation of things, it was pretty normal. “I am,” I kissed her forehead, and my eyes darted to my angel, which she carried in her arms. Gracie offered her to me, and I took her, spraying her with kisses as my eyes filled with tears for what might very well be the last time I'd ever hold my baby in my arms. I tried to hold myself together, but I failed as my tears helped themselves. I pressed Mary Grace close to my chest and kissed her forehead before bringing my lips to her ear. “I love you,” I muttered, breaking into a full-blown sob, “M-mommy loves you so much.” My voice thinned as I squeezed her in my arms, “I will never forget you.” Final separation had to be the hardest thing a mother could ever be subjected to do. It was more painful than any pain I have ever felt in my life. My heart tore ap

Ava's POVI woke up on the cold ground, and my senses were immediately flooded by the overpowering aroma of decay and neglect that filled the air. A stench that woke me up fast.I flicked my eyes open to the sunlit room, taking in my surroundings as I got into a seating position.The room was a complete mess, dusty and…well like I thought, messy.It was like being inside a trash bag —Only this was bigger.Empty bottles littered the floor with crumpled papers and discarded clothing scattered about in disarray.Breathing was hard labor, and I would have given anything not to breathe right now. Everything was disgusting, and I could feel a puke crawling up my throat, but I swallowed it.Yet the single thought that I had slept among this trash made my skin crawl even more.“I see you're finally awake,” his voice echoed through the room, and my eyes shot to the entrance where he stood, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.Fernando.His eyes fixed on me, blazing wi

Miguel's POV My knees weakened. Every bit of this information sounded fishy. It was planned. It had to be because none of this made sense. I clenched my fist and the name of the culprit, easily came to mind. Nando. He must have done this. But something as dangerous as this? I was sure he didn't come up with the idea or do it alone. Li —fucking— No. That bastard son of a DiAngelo! Nando wasn't smart enough to pull this off, so this must have been Lino’s plan—that nutjob. He injected my daughter with the biohazard and set the ranch on fire. It was his fail-safe just in case I saved her and didn't die in the attempt. She was going to end up being the death of me either way. Lino. I clenched my teeth. Bastardo! My eyes flared. I needed to beat this, it was the only way he wouldn't win. “Please, doctor. You have to do something about it,” I grabbed his arm, “Please, you need to rid my daughter of the compound. I don't care how much it takes, I'll pay any price. Just find a cure,

Ava's POVMy brow creased with shock as I stared at the disgusting man before me.What had he done? What had he done to my little angel? This monster.Tears brimmed in my eyes as his words echoed in my head.Miguel was going to die in twenty-one days, and my daughter was a host for a biohazard.I didn't want to believe it, but it didn't sound like he was lying. Fernando was too proud about this news, and from the way he was boasting about it, I could tell it was real. He had really injected my daughter with the vial. What a bastard! I wanted to squeeze the life out of him.“You monster!” I shouted, “How could you do that to her! How could you? Did you really have to involve my daughter in your cruel plans? Leave my daughter out of your plan!” I yelled, tears streaming down my face."You’re a monster!" I screamed over and over as tears flowed out of me in buckets.Fernando laughed maniacally.“Am I?” He stooped before me and cocked his head, wearing a smile, “Fair enough. Maybe I am,

Miguel's POVRila worked around the clock to figure out whose DNA the compound was made from, and after what felt like forever, she finally finished her research and came to me, extending the file in her hands to me.“That's everything I found out about the compound,” she said, and I took the report from her, glancing through it for about a few minutes before lowering it to the table.—Just like the test results, I couldn't make much of it either.“I'm going to need you to explain this to me. I can't understand it.”“I doubt that's an effect of the biohazard,” she teased with a smile, taking the report from the table.It was the first time I had seen her joke in the hours we had been together. If it was another moment, I would have played along, but I couldn't afford to joke right now —plus it was the exhaustion that prevented me from picking offence in the damned joke.Things were too serious, and finding the cure was everything. I sighed, feeling tense about my own situation.“I'll