The Mafia's Angel のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Juan Moreno sat at a table in the crowded bar. It was one of the minor establishments he kept just for the fun of it.A pole dancer was entertaining the men who sat drinking, smoking and jesting but his eyes were focused somewhere else. There was a young waitress who was pouring an old man a glass of wine. She smiled at him, her green eyes lighting up beautifully."You are beautiful," the old man said in English. It was obvious he was American."Thank you."He wondered if she were American from her looks and the way she talked. He shook his head, an American couldn't come to Italy just to work as a waitress in a bar. Those Westerners were usually in Italy for tourism. He signalled for her to come over but just then, the man who was owing him millions showed up. His name was Diego and his face was scarred and his eyes swollen."Hey," Diego greeted in Italian. "Sorry for not coming in a while, I got busy with... Life.""I was thinking you did not want to pay my millions," Juan said with

Juan could not get his mind off Arya. Even as he was on a drive back to his den with his girlfriend, she was almost invisible. Her unnecessary chatter was boring him to death so he zoned out and thought of the beautiful blonde girl at the bar. He wondered what her life was really like at home. If Diego has been telling the truth about her being his daughter, then he couldn't help but conclude that her life was hell at home. With her job at the bar, there was no way she could afford to survive and her father was surely a burden to her. "What are you thinking of Juan? I've been talking to you but you haven't responded.""I'm sorry," Juan sighed. "My mind is preoccupied. What were you saying."He wanted to tell his girlfriend to shut up but he was not ready for a round of nagging from her about how he constantly neglected her so he had to dance to her tunes sometimes. In truth, they were not really dating. Juan had never asked her to be his girlfriend, rather she had assumed it and he

The bar was crowded that day as it had been for the last two weeks. Arya found herself attending to more people than she was usually capable of handling. They were short on hands despite the fact that all staff were complete. "I wonder why it has been like this lately," she told Hernandez as he handed her a tray of drinks. She delivered them to a table of men who winked at her. She heard one of them say, "Dominic was right. She is hella beautiful." Shrugging it off, she walked towards the counter again. "We don't usually have a crowd as much as this. It's crazy! I wonder what the occasion is." "I am surprised as well," Hernandez muttered. Arya noticed that he constantly glanced at the men she had just served drinks and then several others who were new faces in the bar. "Do you know them?" She asked. "You stare at them with familiarity. No, actually you stare at most of the new guests that have been frequenting this place weirdly." "No," Hernandez shrugged. He was being honest

"Done?" Diego asked warily. From the look on Juan's face, he knew he was in a lot of trouble. His hands began to tremble and the only thing he could do was hope Juan had not found out he sold Arya. He wanted to at least pay off his debt and flee the country before Juan knew he got the money from selling his stepdaughter. Juan's anger was still brewing but it was ready to erupt soon. He dropped the phone on the counter in front of Diego. "Tell me you did not have a hand in this," he seethed. "Man, I had to get the money somehow," Diego shrugged, laughing a bit just to ease the tension. "You wouldn't buy her and cancel my debt so I gave her to someone who will. I wanted to give you your money as soon as I could and—" Juan was laughing and shaking his head, then all of a sudden, he lifted Diego by the scruff of his neck and punched him in the nose. "You bastard!" he roared, drawing the attention of everyone in the bar. "Do you understand the gravity of what you have just done?"

"I'm not going anywhere with you," Arya growled at Hernandez, folding her arms stubbornly. "Don't make this difficult," he said calmly, tugging her arm softly. "Please."Juan who was about to leave turned back and walked towards Arya. "Do not be disobedient, follow him.""No!" She was resolved to stand her ground. Juan rolled his eyes and scooped her up, flinging her across his shoulder. "Let me go!" She screeched, her legs and arms flailing about but Juan remained unbothered. He walked up the Gran staircase easily and took her to one of the rooms that were empty and placed her down on the bed. "You are not to leave here," he said ok a firm voice. "Take a shower, everything you'll need is here. A maid and nurse shall attend to you."With that, he walked out of the room and locked it from the outside. Then he handed the key to Hernandez.Arya let out a scream she had kept inside her for so long. She was frustrated with everything happening around her. There was no detailed explanati