All Chapters of His Docile Mafia Princess : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I wonder if anyone would miss her enough to lodge an investigation if she let's say magically disappeared to the bottom of a lake in a different bag, chopped to pieces and— No. I quickly stop myself, I can't get that caught up in the idea or I'll end up doing it, and she's mother's friend, I can't. “Oh, leave the girl,” Mrs. de Luca tsks, “She's been married like four minutes.” “And she's young, Rosa.” Mrs Rossi tells her. I'm hoping that closes off the topic but it appears to be the beginning merely. Mrs Fontana nods, “Hm, ora capisco perché Renata è sposata da quattro anni… e ancora niente figli.” (Hmm, now I see why Renata has been married for four years and is still childless.) “Ren si sta semplicemente godendo la vita, tutto qui,” (Ren is enjoying her life,) Mrs Rossi shoots back, her tone calm and posture unshaken. “Her husband doesn't seem to mind waiting a few years, they're young, enjoying each other.” “A baby would help Capo's status among the older generatio

“You have no idea what I've been through thanks to you.” I do, and I hate that she didn't have anyone to protect her. “You should have told me, Usagi-chan.” “Told you what?” she asks, a hint of worry of worry in her tone. I hesitate before I speak the words that have been haunting me in the dark. My wife has chosen not to have children until she's forty, she's made all the necessary medical backup preparations In case it doesn't happen naturally and I respect that, it being her body and all. We're both thirty-three, and I'm willing to wait, but knowing Sofia had my baby inside her feels unreal, it feels like destiny, a destiny Enzo swooped from us. “You should have told me you were pregnant, that you were carrying my baby inside you.” Silence, that's what I hear for the next few seconds, accompanied by heavy breaths. “I wasn't carrying your baby,” she says, and for a second I'm wondering if her father lied to me. “I was carrying the grief, regret, betrayal and shame that y

Alessandra Everything is going great, Father told me he's fully assembled nearly everyone he needs for his plan of cancelling out Enzo as the next Capo dei Capi, some refused to join the 'movement' as he's calling it, those are wise men. Enzo has yet to catch wind of what is happening right under his nose, and I must say, I find it thrilling to hold such power over him. He's a man that will never get up control, not in the bedroom, not out here and so taking it from him is the only way out. Speaking of out, I want out of this union before I fall deeply in love with him. If I hadn't heard what he thinks of me that morning when he thought it was just him and his right hand? I would believe he loved me. He says it with such ease and is devastatingly affectionate with me, the whole I've between us has changed since he rescued me from myself four days ago. Tomorrow is Saturday and we get to play paintball with Alessio and almost the whole family, he's made it into a competition, and

Enzo “We’re taking bets!” my cousin Marcello announces as I load my weapon, trying to get a glimpse of my wife. “Fifty bucks say she takes you out first, Enzo,” Sergio says, loyal to a fault but he saw the shot Alessandra fired in the training yard and he's seen me with her, there's no god-damned way that I'm going to fire at my wife so one of them better fire when I'm not looking because I don't care if they're on my team, I will be taken out. “Hundred says she takes you out,” I grin, loading my paintballs. “Better hope your wife still likes you after this,” my sister Isabella grins, pulling her hair back into a bun. “I saw how she adjusted her scope. That was personal.” I'm about to tell her I'd rather it be personal but then the horn blares across the field, loud and sharp and we all scatter. We are in teams of six and somehow Alessio ended up on my wife's team, claiming that it was a random draft. I take cover behind a rusted barrel, heart hammering in my chest, not b

I'm highly focused on the TV when I hear Stormi walk in, “Mrs Valenti,” she sing songs, following with a gasp. “Oh my God.” she gasps, I quickly reach for the remote and pause my she, she appears scared.“You are watching Sixteenth Avenue,” she says, coming further into the room.“You know it?”“I love it,” she beams, “it's a masterpiece. My Mama didn't like me watching it growing up but guess who is old enough to watch it...”“Stormi?” I answer with a laugh. I like how friendly she is, everyone else keeps me at arm's length despite us getting along.Stormi sets my plate down on the table beside me, and motions to the TV. “Can I watch with you?”“No,” I blankly retort, watching her smile fade. “Not until you get yourself a plate too.”Stormi smiles again, “I already ate, so I'm fine.” she says, settling beside me. “Would you like me to run it back?” I ask her, grabbing the remote control again.“No, I ended on this episode last week so it's perfect.” she grins, watching the screen. “