Lahat ng Kabanata ng A mother for my son: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

When we managed to enter the place, I observe everything around me. We walk through a hallway illuminated with neon lights. As soon as we reach the end of it, I am impressed by how huge it is inside. I make my way through the crowd that fills the place and climb a small staircase, following the guy who will take us to the reserved place where we agreed to meet.He opens the door and allows me to enter with Flavio close behind me. Inside, I see the whole place adorned with huge mirrors, an L-shaped sofa in burgundy, and small tables where champagne buckets are already resting, along with bottles of whisky. Finally, my gaze stops at a somewhat older man, quite gray-haired, waiting for me with a wide smile on his face, accompanied by two other men who look at us suspiciously, waiting for a wrong move from our side.Through the mirror's reflection, I observe Flavio, who seems quite tense and discreetly has his hand tucked where he keeps his gun. I give him a warning look to relax a bit an

Yelizaveta BelucciAfter dropping the bonbon at his house, I return to mine. As soon as I reach where the guards are, I see total chaos, men running back and forth shouting instructions as if expecting something I am not yet part of."Hello, Bill! Is something wrong?" I ask the man stationed at the gates."Good evening, Miss Belucci! I think it's best you go inside; your parents are waiting for you." He responds, looking a bit tired. I continue my way and am surprised to see so many people awake at this hour. I know we always have to be careful because of my father's line of business, but in all these years, I have never seen anything like this, people running like they are going to war with weapons everywhere.Once inside, I head to the living room, where I suppose my parents are waiting for me."Where were you, Yelizaveta?" My father asks furiously as soon as I come into his line of sight, and it's no wonder, given that I took advantage of his truck entering the property to escape o

Alexandre“Have you found out anything about the documents the Russian gave us?” I ask Flavio as soon as he enters my office.“No, all the information is encrypted. We’ve tried to trace who made those payments, but it’s as if that person doesn’t exist.”“Couldn't one of Bellini’s friends help us?”“He's tried to contact Lieutenant Amato, but he hasn’t heard from him in days.” Flavio comments, and from the expression on his face, I know he’s worried about this information.“Damn it! That son of a bitch has us by the balls.” I express angrily, slamming my desk.“You need to calm down, Alexandre. Sooner or later, we’ll find the person responsible, just like your mother did in her time. This time won’t be any different.”“But my mother knew who the culprits were. This bastard, on the other hand, hasn’t shown his face yet, and it feels like he’s moving us like pawns in his chess game.”“I understand, but even so, any false move by that man is the opportunity we need to put an end to the th

I take Yelizaveta by the arm and position her behind my back. It's possible she might get hurt if we start arguing, and above all, I don’t need her protecting me when I’m more than capable of protecting us both. I draw my weapon and aim it at Mr. Belucci’s men.“I don’t think it’s right for us to argue on our first meeting, father-in-law. I believe we should maintain a cordial relationship. After all, we might become family sooner than you think.” I comment with a trace of amusement in my voice.His face shifts from confusion to absolute rage when he hears me call him father-in-law, and the throbbing vein on his forehead indicates that danger is looming. He reaches for my neck and tightens his grip in an attempt to intimidate me.“I’m not going to aim my weapon at you, just as you’re doing with me, father-in-law.” I emphasize the term again, and his grip tightens, but I remain firm in my place. My men continue to point their weapons at him, and I signal them with a hand gesture not to

Fabrizio “We’ve followed Belucci’s daughter as you instructed, boss.” One of my men reports to me.“And what news do you have for me?”“It seems her father found out she was secretly meeting with Carluccio and rushed to his mansion, looking like he was going to kill him.”“I suppose there’s a ‘but,’ right?” I inquire, frustrated.“His daughter escaped from her house, got to Carluccio before him, and defended him from her father. We also managed to arrange a meeting with him, though it was a bit complicated, he agreed to see us.”My man hands me an envelope, which I open immediately. With a broad smile, I see photos of Belucci pointing his gun at Giuseppe’s stupid grandson, and also grabbing his neck. It seems he can’t stand him, and that’s exactly what I will take advantage of—to get close to his daughter and achieve my goal.“Continue following her. I want you to inform me of everything Yelizaveta does, no matter how small. As for the other thing, this is the best news you’ve given