All Chapters of MY MAFIA SAVIOUR: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Rosalia sat on the bathroom counter in shock. Giovanni had placed her there himself after he had carried her through his home. She trembled in his arms the entire way unable to even form a sentence together. There was so much she wanted to say, so many questions she wanted to ask, but no words would come out. The speeding car ride back consisted of Giovanni cursing while making calls as she sat silently. She watched him as he hastily opened up various bathroom cupboards looking for the first aid kit. She heard him mumble under his breath annoyed each time he opened a door not containing what he was searching for. Finally when he did find it he dragged it out throwing it up onto the counter unzipping and reaching for the antiseptic. She watched him tentatively soak a cotton ball, he finally looked up at her, "this is going to sting a little" he stated before dabbing it lightly on her grazed elbow. She felt absolutely nothing, she hadn't even realised her elbow was cut and frankly s

The smells of sweet champagne and freshly baked Italian pastries were still in the air. That smell of warm freshly baked sheep ricotta combined with freshly grated orange zest straight from the fruit gardens, it was the smell of celebration in the De Luca New Jersey estate.There was no greater celebration in the family home quite like the day of a baptism. The baptism of two month old Sienna Conti.The beautiful daughter of Nicholas and the only De Luca daughter, Alessia. The champagne and wine began to flow from midday through to the early hours of the morning. There was no shortage of food either, as various types of pastas with a range of different sauces filled the tables. Homemade pizza from the outdoor wood fire oven which the men happily took over, after all, playing with fire was no job for a woman. Then of course, the traditional Italian pastries. No party was complete without the addition of pastries. They celebrated the baptism of little Sienna into the late hours of th

The family sat downstairs in the living room. A few hours had gone by and Giovanni had made the decision to call Stefano and Giacomo Casso, his father's Consigliere. He needed advice, and Rocco was the one who could provide it. He glanced briefly over at his mother as she continued to sob quietly in the corner cradling Sienna holding her close murmuring a silent prayer for her entire family. "Rocco..." His voice almost failed him. Keep it together... He closed his eyes, let out a breath then picked himself back up. "What do we do? What do I do?" "Have you called it in yet?" He queried reaching for the scotch decanter on the coffee table. He poured seven glasses and pushed them towards the men. They needed a drink. Everybody needed a drink. He glanced up at Giovanni who was shaking his head before swiftly knocking back the entire glass. "No." He placed his glass back down, reaching for the decanter pouring himself another. "Not yet. I called you first." He threw down his

Giovanni stumbled up the dark staircase, a light flickering in and out interrupting his focus. He muttered something incoherent under his breath as he gripped onto railing hoisting himself further up to his destination. As the floorboards creaked beneath his feet he could not help but think why someone would live in such a dump of an apartment complex. A thought which entered his mind every time he walked up these same stairs. He made his way in front of a door studying the crooked numbers as his right fist clenched bringing it up to bang vigorously on the door at this unruly hour. He stopped for a moment only to listen in as he pressed up against the door. "Open up" he called out without any consideration bringing his fist back up to commence more pounding but being cut short by the door flying wide open. "Jesus!" Elisa gasped at the sight of him; she hadn't even bothered to close her black silk robe answering the door in her underwear. "Da fuck are you wearing?" He groaned push

Rosalia stood silently, tray in hand, condolences envelope on top. She didn't even dare to breathe yet as her fingers gripped the tray as tightly as she could, she could hear the slight crumpling sound of the aluminium crushing under her grip. She hadn't expected anyone to be in the kitchen, it was stupid of her really to assume such a thing. The two women were at a complete standoff. Neither moving nor saying a word. The awkwardness of the situation escalating by each and every second that ticked by between them.Rosalia had no idea what to say or do. She was floored at the sight of Isabella suddenly standing tall in the kitchen. She was turned around and slumped over the sink when she first stepped in, however now she stood tall, arms crossed over her chest as she inhaled angry breaths through her nose. A bull, waiting to charge and she was the red cloth. "Get out..." "I-I- Isabella, I just want-" as she stuttered she accidentally tipped the tray a little forcing the envelope t