บททั้งหมดของ His Docile Mafia Princess : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

We ride with Luca in the trunk, who has been gagged by Marcello because he doesn't want blood on the seats and honestly I allow it, he tried to kill my wife and our baby. Alessio appears to be more eager to see my wife than I am, he arrives minutes before I do but at least he has the decency to wait outside for me. While Marcello pulls my brother-in-law from the car, I make sure Igor lets my wife know to come outside. Luca limps his way to the door. His nose is crusted with blood and his eye is swelling shut from how badly I beat him up. I might have gone a little overboard with him but he was asking for it. “Next time,” I mutter as we reach the steps, “Try not to insult my wife and you’ll keep yourself unbruised.” “Next time,” he grunts, trying to sound strong. “I’ll bring a gun.” “Everyone knows that you are a shit shot, Luca.” Alessio snickers, ringing the doorbell. “Hold on, let me take this..” Yana opens the door, her eyes widening when she sees Luca. The first thing I

“I—” the words get caught in my throat, the possibility itself without confirmation is horrifying to me. “Umm, I think I'm pregnant?” I tell her, but it comes out more like a question. Ren pauses, “What?” She grimaces, “What do you mean you think that you're pregnant?” “Exactly that,” I nod. “I've been getting sick a lot lately but I didn't pay attention to it because it's not serious yeah? And I'm crying, I don't cry Ren, not this much.” I shake my head. “I am irritated by every little thing, the only thing I want to eat is cherries and I—” “Okay, Sasha.” Renata nods, “Breathe,” she says, motioning a deep breath for me. “You're not breathing.” I nod, I'm blubbering now. “I'm scared,” I almost whisper. “I don't know…I need to take a pregnancy test.” “Okay,” Ren slowly nods. “You can do that.” “But they’re not accurate, right?” I blurt out, my words are as quick as my heartbeat. “Sometimes,” she shrugs. “But you can get some bloodwork done if you’re really concerned and

Alessandra I'm thinking about passing my wealth and title over to someone, but I don't know whom to give everything to. I have to be careful when I make the choice. All the hate I'm getting over the inheritance has reminded me of why I was chosen by my father. He believed I would make the right decision for everyone, and I can't let him down a second time. While I do this, I'm still inclined to handle Father's duties. It's been hard on me. I have no interest in being the first female Don, and no one else wants me to be one, no one except for my dear husband. Enzo has been more than unruly lately. The older dons had a meeting about my title, and when they expressed their sexist views, Enzo beat them up. Yes, my husband is beating the men he swore to protect with his life. And while Enzo is getting everything he wanted? I'm fighting everything I didn't want. I took a pregnancy test four days ago and Ren was with me when I saw that positive come alive but it still hasn't stuck wi

The bathroom door slams open and I freeze when Gianna steps in. She doesn't scream, she observes. Her eyes dart from me, to the woman lying in a pool of her own blood then to my blade and right back up at me. Fuck. I knew I shouldn't have brought the blade with me and now look at the mess I've caused. Gia stares wide-eyed at me and I stare too. I don't even try to speak, I don't know what to say, what do people say to one when they run into their sister in law in the club bathroom with a dead body?! “Che cazzo hai fatto?” (What the fuck did you do?) she whispers, loud enough for me to hear her. “I—beh…” (I— well..) I swallow, “Lei era—umm non è quello che sembra.” (She was—umm it’s not what it looks like.) I tell her, and it really isn’t what it looks like. Gianna nods, “Sembra che tu abbia ucciso qualcuno.” (It looks like you killed someone.) she says, her chest heaving. “Sì.” (Yeah.) I nod. So it is what it looks like, and I try to find the right words, words to justify

Enzo I think I’m losing my mind. I have everything I wanted out of life and yet I feel so hollow, like I didn't accomplish the most anyone has in a long time. I. The youngest to sit on this throne but without my wife, it means nothing. Maybe I should have married Sofia, but my need to have Sasha outruled that of an easier life. Had I married the other twin I'd not be itching for control this way, everything would be business as per usual but that's not the case, everything is different, she's different. I have seen her in a week, and I miss Alessandra with a hunger that claws at my chest. I don't even sleep anymore, I spend my nights drowning in her favourite wine and conjuring images of her when I'm lucid enough. It's not just her body that I miss, it's everything about her, everything I never observed in the average person. I would give anything to hear her laugh again, the memory isn't enough anymore. “Capo,” Don Corrado sighs. “We need to talk about this war you’ve started.”