Lahat ng Kabanata ng Impregnated By The Mafia Don : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

AnthonyI frantically search the vineyard building and the horizon for where the shooter might be located.I can't hear the shots, so it has to be a sniper, and depending on their skill, they could be anywhere.I know I have to get Diana out of here quickly.I wrap my arms around her and pull her close, then start running towards the vineyard's building where we can find some coverage from the sniper.I know my car is parked in the lot, but I don't know if there might be more shooters out that door.At this point, I have to take the risk; all that matters is getting Diana to safety.The shooter isn't aiming for her but for my family and me.We've brought this on, and the list of suspects is ten miles long.I keep scanning the area to see if I can find the shooter, but also to check on the other guests.Despite what I feel about this wedding or my father, that doesn't mean I want everyone to be killed.There are people within my family that I care for.My eyes catch Lorenzo, who has his

Even though my father uses him, he isn't locked down to our family, something Atwell requests.He wants to continue to be a freelancer and not be tied down to one client.It makes sense, he makes more if he is fluid and can go anywhere he wants or his clients need him to.The man is cold though.Ice water in his veins, has no problem torturing and killing anyone.The only line in the sand the man has is children.Which means the shots are designed to not hit a single child that is here today."We've reached out to some of our contacts, and best we can tell, he's working for the Russo family.""Of course he is," I say with a shake of my head.Within Chicago, there are only so many factions of the Italian mafia.Most of which get along just fine, we're all "family," you could say.However, there is always one bad egg in the basket, and the Russo family is that egg.They don't want to share the city, they want to take it over completely, and their main focus has been taking my family down

I walk inside and flick the lights on, illuminating the room.It looks exactly as I expected it would.Brown carpet, curtains, and a bedspread that has a floral pattern straight from the eighties.It's a double bed with a two-seater couch.It wouldn't be very comfortable for a man his size, but I'm not certain I want to sleep in the same bed as him either."I'm gonna go and see about some food from the diner. Is there anything you want in particular?" He asks."I'll have something simple, like fries. I'm not really hungry." I know I should be.I haven't eaten since this morning, but my stomach is uneasy.After everything that happened today, it's not really a surprise that I'm not feeling too hot right now.I'm also certain that being in a tight dress like this for so long also isn't helping me any."I'll be back in a few," he says before he heads out.The second the door closed, I grab one of the t-shirts and the shorts before heading into the bathroom to get changed.The bathroom is

I want something real, and I hate that I will most likely never get it with her."How do you feel about camping?" I switch the subject in the hopes that it will ease her nerves."I've done it a few times, not that my dad knows about. He would lose his shit if he found out I was slumming it," she says with a slight eye roll."My dad's the same way. To him, camping is being in a multi-million-dollar condo on a private beach. I guess some of my rebellion was going out and camping in the woods with nothing more than a tent and a sleeping bag. If it's okay with you, there is a great campground roughly ninety minutes from here. They have tents and everything you need already there. We can camp out tonight and hit the road tomorrow morning."It might not be ideal, but it's set to be a beautiful night tonight, and maybe looking up at the stars and having a campfire would help to settle her nerves.Give her some peace amongst all of the chaos within her mind."That sounds great, actually." She

A few miles down the road, Anthony helps me out of the car and into a diner he parked outside of, settling me into a booth."I'll get you something simple to help settle your stomach," he says."And maybe some ginger ale."I nod gratefully.The thought of food still makes me queasy, but I know I need to eat if I'm going to make the rest of the drive.While Anthony orders at the counter, I glance around the diner.It's a kitschy place, chrome and neon, remnants of the fifties still clinging to its bones.A jukebox croons in the corner, competing with the chatter of other patrons.For a moment, I allow myself to imagine this is just a normal road trip.That Anthony and I are any other couple stopping for a meal together, free of the shadows that dog our every step.The fantasy shatters when Anthony returns with a tray laden with toast, mashed bananas, ginger ale and a cookie."Sorry it took so long, the staff was moving at a snail's pace."I smile wanly, dropping my gaze to the table.T