IN THE CAPO'S BED のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

A WEEK LATER LILITH POV We were at the community burial ground. The first time I saw Giovanni here, I had never thought he was visiting a family. I had thought he was stalking me as he always did in school. But now I was here with him, I knew better. We stood in front of a gravestone with the name Marcella Ricci engraved on it. I wanted to believe Marcella was his younger sister since they shared the same last name, and she was slightly younger than me. I didn't think Giovanni would be that much interested in younger women. Although he could seek parental consent, it wasn't a common practice here. Still, there were some men who'd willingly sell out their daughters just to get hold of that money in order to save themselves from poverty "Why here?" I found myself asking. I guessed I had asked out loud because Giovanni turned to me; the bouquet of tulips was still in his hands. "Why what?" he asked me with an arched brow. "I mean, why this graveyard? I thought men like you

LILITH POV I left the university hospital to go to class as usual. However, all that was taught barely registered in my mind. I could only think of Diamante and all the threats she had poured out. She was going to harm me and the baby. She had planted the drugs on me, and she was going to do worse to us. Was I scared? I wasn't one bit. At least I wasn't scared for myself but for the safety of the child. Giovanni didn't know about the baby yet, I wondered if I should call him to tell him and mention the threats from Diamante. However, what would I say to him? "Hey, Giovanni. I happen to get pregnant for you, and I am about 9 weeks pregnant. I know it's not part of the deal, but will you accept the child? Also, your crazy ex is threatening my life this instant. And do you know she's the one who planted that drug on me? Of course, you must have suspected that!" I cringed as I repeated the words over again in my head. No, it wasn't good enough. I didn't even think Giovanni would ac

LILITH POVI gasped as I came to. I opened my eyes, blinking as I stared around to ascertain where I was, but it was impossible to make out anything. I believed it was the bag over my head or a blindfold; I couldn't tell. But certainly, there was something obstructing my vision.My head pounded like I had about three drums inside, where people continued to beat, venting their frustration. My wrists burned, and I tried to raise my hands but I sensed they were tied together as the rope bit into them."She's awake," I heard a voice say. It wasn't familiar, unlike the one that had pulled me into the car."Hello?" I called. But I doubted anyone would answer me.My ears perked up as I heard footsteps approaching. I turned my attention towards the direction, sniffing the air. The smell of mildew and oil wafted up my nose, and so did the unmistakable odor of blood. My stomach churned, causing me to grimace, and I bit my lower lip to push back the vomit that surged up my throat."Not now," I h

LILITH POVIt was three days that Diego Cardenas had put me in the cell. Although it was more like a room, seeing as I had a standard bed I could sleep in, a nice bathroom, good meal that was often rejected by me, I still was in a prison because I couldn't step out of the room.I couldn't even look out of the damned window without him barking orders through the intercom announcing my death if I kept looking.I didn't even have a phone to contact anyone. Everything I had with me was confiscated.I stood from the bed, pacing the room. Glaring at nothing in particular, I walked to the sofa in the room's center and sat heavily on it.Giovanni wasn't here and it didn't even look like he was coming. It was fucking three days already. If he had wanted to come, then he should have been here. At this moment, I doubted if I meant anything to him. Maybe I wasn't as important to him as they thought I was.Then, if that was the case, I'd fucking rot here."So much for having so much trust in him c

LILITH POV I am alive. That was the first thing I thought as soon as I came awake. Then, the beeping, slow, rhythmic, and persistent sound in the room followed soon after. I slowly peeled my eyes open, then shut them back, wincing as light flooded them. No doubt, I was in the hospital. The same place I had left about a week ago. I had returned to it. My nose wrinkled as the scent of sterile disinfectant reached my nostrils, and a wave of vomit surged through me. I pushed it back. "Mom?" I murmured as I noticed a mop of greying brown hair resting on the small place beside me. My mother raised her head. Briefly, she stared at me. I believe she was startled to see me awake. It took a few seconds for realization to dawn on her. Her eyes widened as she gazed at me once more. "Baby," she whispered, gripping my hand. Her grip on me was so tight that I believed she was still finding it hard to believe I was awake. "Mom," I murmured, attempting to crack a smile. But it came out as a