Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mafia’s Property.: Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & NINETY-EIGHT:Carlo's POV: ‘He's demanding to see his daughter.’ My back stiffened, jaws tightening at that statement. I wasn't foolish, I'd expected this after what went down but hadn't expected it to happen sooner. Expecting it hadn't also prepared me for it either.“Let's go then,” I forced out eventually, already striding across to the door without glancing back at Natalia's sleeping form. For some reason, my heart told me it was better that way.The walk down to the entrance of my house shouldn't have seemed as awfully long as it did, it shouldn't make my guts twist and coil with nerves but it did. When was the last time I'd felt this way about being summoned?Right. When father was alive. And somehow, Gianpaolo got to invoke that feeling in me. “Damn you all the way to hell, stronzo!” I hissed under my breath feeling irritation coursing through me as I pushed the large doors open, stepping out with Enzo right behind me…And there he was… all emotions on

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED:Natalia's POV: Caterina didn't let the maid finish. She was already out the door, pushing the girl aside and I followed suit.I'm not sure why my first instinct was to go to him even though I really fucking hated him at the moment but I couldn't dwell on that now.We rushed outside and the maid had ve right, indeed, Carlo was engaged in a brawl with… with Gianpaolo. Or should I say, my father?I cringed inwardly. It felt very off.“Carlo!” Caterina yelled but the two men didn't break apart. Not even when she issued out threats in harsh, rapid Italian.I noticed Enzo and the other guards stood without moving a muscle. Weren't they supposed to break them up or something?Caterina was still trying and failing to get them to stop, screaming her lungs out and she directed that anger to Enzo who just shrugged and replied to her in Italian.What on earth was going on?And hadn't Carlo been stabbed and beaten just hours ago? And from the limp Gianpaolo was sporting, I'

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & TWO: Carlo's POV: I had to order my guards to throw Gianpaolo and his men out after he had gotten close to her—Zia stopped it anyway and I let her, somewhere in my anger-fogged brain I realized it didn't look good on me to throw him out…. He left willingly anyway. How could he not? He managed to get something out of his barbaric act. And now, I had nothing but murderous and fearful thoughts in my brain.On one hand, I wanted to gut Gianpaolo out myself and feed his remains to dogs, and on the other, I was worrying over what Natalia thought of me. What news the DNA results might bring…. She was going to hate me if it came back positive.Who am I kidding? I think she does already. I could read her clearly.I wasn't naive, I was sure she'd started to welcome the thoughts that Gianpaolo might be her father. Fuck. If Camilla could think it was possible then so would Natalia. Even Enzo had started seeing the possibility.Mio Dio.I have never felt this confused in

Natalia's POV: I'd spent an extra hour in Gianpaolo's company and I got to find out more things about him even though he was still being cautious around me. And honestly, I understand. If I felt awkward and nervous, I could only imagine how he was feeling and we didn't exactly get off on the right foot. But after our interaction, I quickly discovered he was rather fun to be around.By the time he'd dropped me off at Carlo's mansion, it was late in the afternoon. Thankfully, I'd only met Caterina in the living room—something tells me she's not herself but she was masking it well. In the whole chaos that had happened, I'd imagined no one spoke to her about Alessandro's well-being. I wondered what might be going on in her head. She'd treated both men like her children…. It must hurt to see that one had tried to harm the other and she probably doesn't know how to deal with it… I know I should probably hate Alessandro but I couldn't find the strength in me to do so. And let's face it, h

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & SIX:Carlo's POV: Yesterday, I saw how much I'd hurt her. And I prayed to every supernatural being that the test comes back negative.Call me selfish. A monster.Heartless.Cold blooded.It was nothing I hadn't heard before but the look of disgust, hurt, and anger I'd seen on her face had broken me. And the fact that it was directed at me… it crushed me…Night came and I didn't even need to sleep to dream about my mother to spiral into self-destructive mode. I didn't need to sleep to hear my father's taunting words… I saw it all happen with my eyes opened as I drowned myself in whiskey and wine. The excess dosage of sleeping meds didn't even knock me out. Or was my body fighting it because it had gotten used to the drug?Still… I had alcohol too. Wasn't alcohol and drugs supposed to make you weak or like harm you? I guess I'm a ‘defect’ like my father had always said. That man never ran out of harsh words for me. And in the last few hours, his voice had been