Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mafia’s Property.: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & TWENTY-TWO: Carlo's POV: EIGHT DAYS LATER…Thanks to the little soundproofing in the vip lounge, the loud music blasting from the club's speakers were almost muffled.At first, coming to a club to distract myself, to just have some drinks and chill seemed like a good idea. But twenty minutes in and I'm not so sure it was a good idea anyway.“Can I speak freely?” Enzo asked, leaning back against the couch as he nursed the glass of whiskey in his hand.I scoffed, tapping my cigarette against the ashtray to expel some ashes. “When have you ever not spoken freely to me? You just use my title to mask your sharp tongue.” He pretended to be shocked by my words, clutching at his heart. “Now it hurts me to think you actually think I have no respect for you.”I puffed out a ring of smoke. “Enzo, if you had no respect for me you would have been six feet under, you know that.” “Alright, alright you have a point.” He took a sip of whiskey, setting the glass down on the sm

Natalia's POV: ‘Luca is back.’ Why did that seem like trouble? Naaa, I was overthinking again. As the words escaped Enzo's lips the world seemed to have stopped, my eyes were wide with shock, Doctor Camilla's brows were almost kissing her hairline and from the shocked expression on Carlo's face… he hadn't expected that either. Wait… didn't he have Luca followed? I thought he knew his whereabouts since he was keeping a close eye on him. Surely, he would've been informed beforehand that his son was returning to Italy, right? “How do you know that?” Carlo broke the silence as he strode across the room to Enzo, taking the phone from his fingers. He glanced at the phone's screen and whatever he saw on it confirmed it; Luca was home. “This is nuts,” Enzo half laughed. “We couldn't even find him the last time he was spotted in Andorra. It felt like he knew we were following him and he was running away and now he shows up back in Italy. Willingly… What is going on in his mind, w

Carlo's POV: ‘Natalia. I want to marry her this time.’ His hard, cold gaze held mine unflinchingly as the words left his mouth. His words rang in my ears, over and over again and yet, I wanted to pretend like he hadn't uttered the most absurd and ridiculous things. He wants Natalia back? She was mine. He'd left her, clearly wasn't interested in her. He can't have her. She's been in my bed severally. I knew how she felt wrapped around my bare cock, I've had my tongue far up her cunt, I knew how she tasted even in my sleep. She was mine in every way. And I was certain he knew she was my mistress even if he'd been away for months. Everyone within and outside our circle knew, surely, he must have heard the gossip. So how could he want her? I guess he didn't mean it, right? Right. But I waited. Waited to hear that he was joking, that he'd been messing with me but instead, the silence stretched. The tension in the room grew thicker, almost suffocating as Luca bored his col

Natalia's POV: I stood close to the door as Luca stood in the middle of my room, his hands shoved into his pockets, eyes fixed on me. Shit. I chewed on my bottom lip nervously. What do I say? ‘Please I don't want to marry you. I already have feelings for your father’ or ‘We can't get married. You do know I have sexual relations with your father, right?’ None was convincing enough. Just plain stupid. I'd brought him up here without a goddamn plan. What on earth was I thinking? “...I don't have all day, Natalia.” His voice penetrated my thoughts and my eyes snapped back to his. I can do this. This is just Luca—even though he's changed a bit… Keeping my eyes fixed on his, I cleared my throat, wiping my sweaty palms against my leggings. “Uhh… how have you been?” Easing into a conversation was clever, right? “You just…just.. disappeared… I… I hope you were doing alright wherever you went.” And I meant that sincerely. He scoffed angrily, eyes blazing as he regarded me slowly. “

Natalia's POV: My tongue felt heavy, the fight in me evaporating from my body as I could do nothing but watch Carlo leave my room like he didn't just shred my hearts into a thousand pieces. I couldn't tell what hurt me more. The fact that Carlo had just handed me to his son like I was nothing or the realization that my feeling was/will never be reciprocated. Hot tears hit my cheeks before I could stop them, my knees hit the floor as I clutched at my aching heart. Stupid. I was stupid to fall for the one man I couldn't have and shouldn't want… Fingers grabbed my chin painfully and my eyes snapped up to meet Luca's as he crouched down slowly. “You're crying like I asked to kill you or something.” He huffed a small laugh, smirking. “Is marrying me so bad that you have to look like this….?” His eyes roamed my face. “Like a heartbroken mess?” Yes! I wanted to scream, to yell, curse at him and maybe use my fist on him. But I couldn't. I felt drained, weak, I could only just kneel th