Todos os capítulos de Mafia’s Property.: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Carlo’s POV: “What the fuck is this?” I demanded, glaring hard at my archenemy as he walked through the door like he owned the place. My blazing eyed darted back to Alfredo who seemed so very proud of himself. “Why is Gianpaolo here, Alfredo?” “Oh, sorry, don,” he said, not looking any bit sorry about this. “I forgot to inform you that we have all agreed to welcome Gianpaolo back into the inner circle.” Anger flared inside me, my body trembled with it. “Behind my back? Who is in charge here?!” “You, don, you of course. But you see, we have rules and if a leader doesn't follow them, it's our right to deal with the problems however we deem fit.” My attention drifted back to Gianpaolo who had a big grin on his face as he dropped into the seat across from me. There'd been am extra seat… how didn't I notice that earlier. These fucking bastards were really testing me. My lips curled up in a sneer as my eyes moved from one man to the next. “So bringing back the very man I banished fo

Natalia's POV: The past four days had been weird. The good kind, actually. Maybe.I dunno. Just, Carlo's been different, okay? Not his usual annoying self. Which was… good.These days he made it his mission to check up on me, making sure I didn't move my injured arm in the wrong way. He'd also spend time with me—though it was usually in silence… but still.And I was beginning to think I could trust him enough to let him know about my fake father, Antonio’s letter, to let Carlo know I was still looking for my real parents.No. I shook my head, kicking against the idea as Alessandro's warnings flashed in my mind. That letter had subtly warned me about telling Carlo. But what toes could Carlo possibly have about my past? It made no sense.But I really really needed to know my real parents, even though I was no longer desperate to escape this place. Maybe I had to go back crawling to Alessandro for help. Was it worth it? Maybe… maybe not. Guess I'd figure something out later but I wa

Natalia's POV:Later at night, after we got Tanya settled in, I headed back to his bedroom. Truth is… I stopped staying there two days ago when I'd finally been able to get out of bed and the pain meds didn't weigh me down anymore.But he'd missed dinner and I needed to talk to him about what happened today….. In fact, so many things.What was happening between us? Why did it constantly feel like there'd been a shift? I pushed his door open with my good arm and slipped in. The place was dark, quiet, so I just flicked on the beside lamp and I dropped down of his soft, enormous bed.I think I waited quiet a bit, already drifting into sleep when he arrived. “It's almost midnight,” he said, startled as he closed the door behind him. “Why are you here? In my room?” I shrugged. “You let me stay here most of the time anyway, so, no biggie. However, I need to speak to you about something?” “And it couldn't wait until tomorrow?” His brows knitted together as he started to unbutton the cuff

Natalia's POV: Two days later. I hadn't seen much of Carlo since the night I had acted desperate and he asked me to not touch myself until he was ready to fuck me. The memory had me tugging on my lips as a warm feeling settled in my stomach. And honestly, I was missing his touches, his kisses…Great, now I sound like a freaking sap. Shaking the thoughts of Carlo out of my head, I was back to reality… The ‘here’ and ‘now.’Sure, it was a lazy day, but at least, I had my favorite people in the living room with me.Although, while tiktok videos had me glued to my screen, Ava, Tanya and Angela had their own task at hand.Tanya was painting both Angela and Ava's nails so she had them glued to her side while they chatted.I had just swiped through another trending video when a text popped up on my phone.My brows dipped as I read it.+39 XXX: Hello.Hmmm…An unknown number… only Tanya and Angela had my number.Me: who is this? I waited on bated breath as the text bubble showed up… it se

Natalia's POV: THREE DAYS LATER…Sexting with Carlo had become a habit. An addictive one and for some reason, he was barely at home these days. Giving us an opportunity to chat more and I was beginning to think it wasn't coincidental that he was rarely around.And when he'd said I couldn't touch myself until he did, I didn't know it would be so hard not to, eventually. Now, I was constantly horny and always thinking about what it would feel like to be so close to him again. To have him kiss me, caress my body, to have him stuff me full with his cock and fucked me senseless—“You've got that weird smile on your face again,” Tanya's voice startled me and it was only then that I realized the muscles on my cheeks weren't relaxed and the corners of my mouth had curled up. My smile dropped and I cleared my throat. “Nothing, just remembered something.” Her suspicious gaze bore into me and I didn't blink, staring back at her. “So…” she continued and I already knew where this was headed. “