All Chapters of The Mafia's Angel : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Belle arrived at the house a few minutes later. Arya had paced up and down the foyer, annoyed by the guards that were now suddenly everywhere. She knew it was Juan's doing but who was she to complain about it? It was his house after all."Heyyyy," Belle said, walking towards Arya Sha gave her s once over. "You look... Worried?""I um... I need a favour," Arya whispered. "Oh? Thought you wanted to hangout?""Yeah, I mean... I can't leave without one of these people following me around. So um yeah...""Okay, let's go to my car."One of the guards made a move to step forward but Belle raised her hands. "She's with me, she's safe. Juan knows that."The guard nodded and stepped back. She took Belle's arm and they walked to the garage together. "You came alone?" Arya asked, noticing as Belle entered the driver's seat. "Yeah, I felt like driving," Belle shrugged as she started the ignition the moment Arya entered and closed the door. "So what's the problem?" Belle reversed out of the

"I should go," he said quietly. "I'll bring you some cash in the morning."When he left, she walked to the door and watched him disappear down the road. The street was quiet again.She turned back to the small living room. The light was dim now, and shadows stretched across the floor. She sat down on the couch, holding the folder close to her chest.For the first time in a long while, she felt like she could breathe.Her father’s house would be safe. Her memories would be safe. And soon, she would be far away from everything that had hurt her.She looked at the keys on the table and smiled faintly.Tomorrow, she would leave Sicily.And maybe, just maybe, start over.For the rest of the night, she kept tossing and turning— worrying that Juan would come here and take her back to the mansion. There was a part of her that wanted him to. A part of her that wanted him to care, but then how could he when he has his enemies to focus on?She sighed and glanced up at the clock for the hundred

Juan was going crazy. One whole fucking week and Arya had not made any attempt to contact him. He could hardly concentrate on the mission he was to do, but luckily he has Dominic who wanted the circle gone as much as he did. Maybe he and Dominic coming to a truce wasn't much of a bad idea. He has called her twice— two days after she had stayed away. The first went through but she didn't pick, and the next call went straight to voicemail. Belle had told him to leave her the fuck alone. And then she wouldn't pick his calls anymore. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration crawling through him. He had tried to keep his mind at peace by constantly by checking her location. It remained at Belle's house. He wanted to go over there— get on his knees and beg her to come back. But his pride won't let him. His phone beeped just then. He half expected it to be Dominic maybe, some update about the latest circle member they were going to kill, but it wasn't. It was Belle. Hey, Juan h

Police stations had that one smell Juan didn't like. He never went to one willingly, except the situation was dire. Like this one. He walked through the hallways and saluted a man. "Down the hall. You'll see the person in charge." he said. "Nice seeing you Mr. Moreno."Juan nodded. Belle kept her arms crossed, her eyes moving from one door to the next. Juan walked beside her, restless, his hands deep in his pockets.“Are you sure this is the right place?” Belle asked quietly, glancing at the man in uniform near the end of the hall.“Yeah,” Juan said, nodding once. “This is where they said they brought her.” He didn’t look at her when he spoke. His voice was low and tired.They stopped by the counter. A middle-aged officer with graying hair looked up from a clipboard. “Yes?” he said.Juan leaned on the counter slightly. “We’re here to request a DNA match. For the body they found at the pier.”The officer blinked. “And you are?”“I’m her boyfriend,” Juan said quickly. “And this is her

The morning light came softly through the window, landing across the bed and the half-folded clothes at the edge. Arya blinked at the light and sat up, rubbing her eyes. Her phone buzzed beside her pillow, and she reached for it, yawning. It was 6:12.She smiled a little. It had been a week since she left, and each day still felt strange in a good way. She could finally breathe. She didn’t have to think every hour or think about who might be watching. She didn’t have to ask before she bought anything.This was her life now, and she had paid for it with her own money. The small apartment she got wasn’t rented; she had bought it. It had taken most of what she had saved, but it was worth it. She stretched, dragging herself out of bed and walking to the mirror. The woman staring back didn’t look like the one from a few weeks ago. She had dyed her hair sleek black, straight and shiny. It fell over her shoulders and down her back. She used to have wavy blond hair but she has to make sure s