All Chapters of The Mafia's Angel: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"It's okay principessa," he murmured, kissing her hair once more. She rolled over to face him, burying her head in his chest and before long, she forgot all her worries, dosing off into sleep. The next morning, she woke up early— Juan was still cuddling her. She glanced over at him, smiling at how his lashes rested on his face. He looked so peaceful while he slept and not like the ruthless person she knew.Prying away from him seemed impossible as the grip he had on her was just too tight. He stirred slightly. "Where are you going Mio Angelo?""To um... Bathe. The funeral is today.""Isn't it by ten?" He asked groggily."Well yes."He glanced over at the night stand. "It's just six a.m Arya. Stay for a while.""The place is an hour away. So we have to leave by nine," she said with a wry smile. "I'll need time to prepare.""You're going for a funeral not a dinner. You don't need that much time to get dressed.""I do," she said, finally prying away from him. She walked into the bathroo

"Oh, um thanks," she mumbled, swallowing hard. He took a step back from her and patted her back. "I'll be back soon."Arya nodded, watching him leave the room with a sigh. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and then stood up from the vanity area, smoothing her outfit and checking it in the mirror. She picked out a pair of black flats and smiled wryly. Juan really did prepare for her coming here before he kidnapped her from Dominic because why on earth were there a sufficient amount of female clothes?Or did he have a woman before?She shook her head. These clothes were new and belle didn't live here until her accident. Moreover, she and belle did not use the same size of clothes. She sprayed herself generously with the rose scented perfume on the table and the sighed for the hundredth time that day. It was eight thirty already. How fast time flies, she murmured to herself. The door creaked open just then and Juan sauntered in, buttoning up the black dress shirt

"Well, we are currently sorting it out," Juan sighed. "How is Belle though? Heard the accident affected one of her legs?" Dante questioned as they walked into one of the living rooms. He sunk onto a couch and the gave a sigh of relief. "Ah yes. She's on a wheelchair.""I do hope she gets better," Dante sighed. "I'll go up to see her soon. I need a bit of rest, my legs are tired.""Understandable," Juan chuckled. "But about her getting better, perhaps you should talk to her to stick to her wheelchair. She walks around until she's I'm excruciating pain.""Ah, the stubborn girl," Dante said, chuckling fondly. "How does her leg want to heal?" "You'd have to ask her about that one."Juan patted his lap to Arya who stood awkwardly beside one of the couches. "Come, sit Mio Angelo."Arya rolled her eyes and ignored him, walking over to sit on a chair far away from him. "That's not where I asked you to sit." He gave her a deadpan stare and cocked his head at her. She returned his stare wi

"I will," Juan answered without any hesitation. Dominic nodded and smiled. "How loving of you Juan. It's a pity she will not do the same, or will you princess?" He asked, looking her squarely in the eyes. She looked away and said nothing. The question in itself was ironical in nature. Lose everything? She has already lost everything the moment her stepfather sold her off and Juan came to get her. Her everything was now Juan— she lived under his roof and as much as she hated it, she didn't have a choice. She did not answer Dominic though, because she didn't owe him a response. She adjusted herself in Juan's lap which made him stiffen and she could feel something harden beneath her. "You are not answering me princess," Dominic said. "She doesn't have to," Juan said hastily and in a hoarse voice, for fear of her answer. He knew she wouldn't, but he did not want her to say the words out loud."My everything is Juan," Arya finally said, eyes locked onto Dominic. "If I lose everything

Juan remained silent for a long time, not saying anything in response. "Sur, are you there?" the head of security asked skeptically, wondering if the line had gone dead or if it was just Juan."You mean to tell me that I'm paying you all to do a goddamn good job and until now, you never noticed that something was wrong with the footage?" He hissed through the phone with a cold and menacing voice. "Even if the surveillance staff did not notice. You are the head of security for a reason. How could that pass you by? Do you not supervise it.""Sir, we were not expecting the footage to be compromised," the head of security replied weakly, trying to give an argument that was sensible enough. "We have been..""I pay you to report and treat any suspicious activity. Are suspicious activities meant to be expected?" Juan yelled through the phone. "Send me a copy of the footage of that day. From The surrounding areas as well. The one at the entrance. Who went in and who went out.""As you wish s