บททั้งหมดของ His Docile Mafia Princess : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Alessandra I woke up sick today, probably from all that sobbing last night. I thought the part of me that was prone to tears was cauterised a long time ago, but it's like being near Enzo makes me emotional in every sense. I think he broke me and it's not the kind of breaking that I’m used to. Like that of bones shattering beneath a blow, or the look on a man’s face just before I end him. That kind of breaking is easy, I can handle it, it's clean and Predictable, everything that whatever this is isn't. I'm slowly turning into something I don't recognise, I wasn't like this, I didn’t ache when someone looked away from me too long. I didn’t care where anyone went, or whether their voice sounded tired, or whether they still reached for me in their sleep but now I get bothered when I turn at night and Enzi isn't holding me. I used to laugh at women who lost themselves in men, I never thought I'd be one of them. It’s pathetic. Hell, I’m pathetic too. I was trained to kill with my

Alessandra This morning, Enzo decided he was actually going to work outside the house but he got caught up in the gym with me. I've put on a little extra weight from all the sweets that Renata has been feeding me and now that I know she's pregnant, it makes sense that she's so into sweets. She's usually the kind to freak out about what she puts in her body but the pregnancy is apparently a free pass. I would have loved for Renata to join us today but she says she can't be around that much chaos, someone is bound to notice that she's pregnant and she doesn't want anyone to know yet. I'm very honoured that she picked me as one of the first ones to know, I never get picked first for anything outside of the job. I am on my way to lunch with Gianna, Vittoria, Eva, Emerson and Sofia when my phone begins to ring, I reach for it and Father's name flashes on the screen. My heart begins to pound as I slide it to answer. “Father,” I answer, clearing my throat. “Hello my dear,” he says

“They’re going to kill him soon, Please help me tell him, get him out of there Ale, he’s going to die! Please, Ale, please—” “Okay,” he says firmly, his tone shifting into command. “Okay, calm down. I’m going to call security and Enzo. Just breathe, Ale.” he tells me, and then the line goes dead. He says to breathe but I can't, my chest aches with each breath that I take knowing I've possibly helped them take his away. I keep trying to call his phone, over and over again, ignoring the rapid flood of texts coming in from Sofia. SOFIA: What’s going on? SOFIA: Are you okay? SOFIA: Why are you ending my calls??? Hello, Sasha?! SOFIA: Everyone is worried, can you say something, or just send that thumbs up emoji you like so much… I don't respond to her, I'm too busy trying to find Enzo, watching my calls go unanswered as the photo beside his name blurs and blurs until I realise it’s because I’m crying. My stomach is twists so violently that I think I might throw up, “Ser

Enzo I think I just had the longest ride of my life. The ten-hour flights and six-hour drives I have had to endure in the past are nothing in comparison to the forty-five minutes it took me to drive home today. Doc has been with Alessandra in the guest room for the last minutes, which feel like hours to me, but Alessio swears it couldn't have been more than ten minutes. He keeps saying that, and even though he never lies to me, I'm inclined to believe that I'm being lied to right now. I don’t pray again. I already gave God everything I had in the car. He knows the deal. He can have us both or none at all. I wanted to be in the room while Doc fixed her up, but he kicked me out because he didn't want me giving orders, and now I sit here cluelessly, hearing echoes of him giving orders to his daughter, the next him. “She is going to be fine,” Alessio says, cutting through the raging storm in my head right now. Will she? I don't know for certain that she will be just as she was

Alessandra My shoulder hurts, and everything on the top half of my body feels unbelievably sore. That’s the first thing I feel as I stir awake with a whimper. I'm thinking Enzo must have spent the night on top of me but the pain is different, the more I shift the more it sharpens, and when I feel a soft and gentle hand against where the pain mostly exudes from? My eyes snap open and I come face-to-face with the ceiling. I immediately know I'm not in the bedroom, but I'm still in the house, I'm in one of the downstairs guest rooms, that much is obvious from the ceiling pattern. A woman is touching me, she doesn't notice me looking at her because she's busy saying something to someone, my memories are a blur but when I look down at where she just injected something into me, that's when I remember. The rooftop, the gunshot, the ringing in my ears, the blood and Enzo. I quickly sit up, making the woman gasp when I do. Pain shoots up to my shoulder and I nearly scream murder. “Ale