Semua Bab One-night stand with a Ruthless Mafia; He has a son: Bab 191 - Bab 200

★★★★★ Kane looked at Zac with a steely gaze, the reluctance in that gaze was deep. "Is she alive?" Zac growled. The more Kane stayed silent, the more he felt like ripping the earth apart. Kane nodded, "Yes! She is alive, but only breathing. And..." Kane paused, looking down at his feet. Then he continued, "The condition she is in is never called being alive. That is why I decided to free her from this misery." "No, you are not..." Zac muttered, staggering back. His legs gave out the moment they hit the edge of the couch, and he collapsed onto it, breath ragged and uneven. Words hovered on his lips, but none came. He could not speak- and the Inferno raging inside him showed no sign of dying down. "There is nothing left to cling on to, Zac. No point in seeing her either," Kane said. When suddenly Zac rose from his seat abruptly and lunged forward, grabbing Kane by his collar. "It is you. It is always you. You did not give her the peace she had looked for all her life, and then yo

★★★★★"That is why you are here. Liam listens to you," Carlo replied because he did not think his boss would be in the right mind to have a talk with Liam."He is frantically looking for Miss Katherine. Neither has he rested for a second nor eaten or drunk anything. I have never seen him so weak and vulnerable," Carlo said, placing both hands on his waist."That will not change the fact that Liam needs his father. I may have comforted or convinced him to think positively, but the effect will be temporary. Especially when we both know how Liam is. He cannot be managed like a normal kid who can be coaxed with some gifts or play stuff," Liz said with a huff and felt like she did not do a great job by throwing off the cigarette because right now the stress was asking for the old company."You can!" Carlo replied, coming forward, "If Miss Katherine were here, she would tell you the same." "She is not here," Liz muttered, reaching for the cigarette in her night gown. But when she tried to

★★★★★"In fact, what has happened to Marianne would hardly have happened if she had not left me and gone to you. I loved her, that is why she was buried in a small place where I thought to build a house with her," Harvey said, coming to a halt next to Zac. "Sounds like you are late to live your dream," Zac chuckled as he said. The emptiness growing stronger in his tone, which made Carlo wary as he believed Zac just wanted to make himself drunk so that all the thoughts would go away from his head, even if only for a short while."Yes, for the first time, you are right in saying this that I have not lived my dream. But if you keep sitting like this with your hands and legs folded, then perhaps you will also tell your dream to someone one day," Harvey said with a pause giving Zac time to ask what he meant to say. Zac, meanwhile, laughed and raised the glass to his lips without paying any attention to Harvey. "I think I should get back to the office." Then he swallowed the drink in his

★★★★★ Jazzy carefully took a seat next to her mother while her father took the closest chair to the sofa with the gun in his hand, and Zac sat on the couch, keeping his eyes on Jazzy. A few seconds later, Carlo joined Zac on the couch since a call had arrived earlier. "Now I would definitely like to hear, why do you people come here? What are you looking for?" The man said. "Since when did your daughter start living with you?" Carlo asked instead of Zac. Meanwhile, Zac did not pay attention to the man and the woman as if they did not exist in front of his eyes; instead, he had his burning gaze on the familiar woman. For this moment, he felt like rushing to her, holding her in his arms and disappearing somewhere. 'She has no idea… ‘No idea about the Sleepless nights I endured, the exhausting days that drained the life out of me. All I want... all I have ever wanted... is for her to run into my arms to hold me tight... just so I can feel that warmth again. Zac's thoughts were a

★★★★★ "I make sure there is a telecast about her every other day on television. Have you never seen it or turned your television on even once?" Zac asked because he believed the man was not speaking the entire truth. Not only that, he doubted the people living in this village. "Just as you said earlier that I lost my daughter a long time ago," the man sighed, " you are right. I did. My wife and I have been drowning in Silence ever since. Depression and loneliness became our only companions. We tried everything, volunteering at an NGO, burying ourselves in work, anything to keep our minds off the ache. But no matter how far we went, or how long we stay out, the moment we step back into this house, the Emptiness awaits us. Heavy and unshakable." He glanced toward Jazzy, a soft ache flickering in his eyes. "Then one night we found her. She had no memory of who she was or where she had come from. But in her, we found a reason to breathe again. A reason to wake up in the morning. We kn