All Chapters of MY MAFIA SAVIOUR: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

There was screaming, tears, slamming of fists and objects, and mainly all from Rosalia and Giovanni while Ricci barely spoke unless spoken too, or mostly screamed at! But by the end of it all they enjoyed a second coffee. Together in silence. Giovanni and Ricci weren't one hundred percent fine and all wasn't done and dusted. But it was a start. Everyone had said what they wanted to say, Rosalia had explained she never had romantic feelings for Ricci. She had dragged Ricci under the bus that night out of pure rage and spite towards Giovanni. She had wanted to hurt him in a way she knew he would react too. Knowing full well that it was wrong and that someone else was going to share the consequences of her actions. Giovanni never reacted to anything, but this she knew he would have no choice. It was done to hurt him deeply. Drive him away. Make him angry enough to finally push her away instead of pulling her closer to him. She didn't want to feel for him, or anyone else. She had

Rosalia began to exhale quick short breaths as she stared at Mason unable to take her eyes off him. She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears, her rapid pulse quickening without fail. Her senses were overtaking her, blocking out all other sounds around her. She remained frozen behind the counter terrified to make a move secretly hoping this moment wasn't happening. That she was asleep in her apartment, Giovanni wrapped around her. "Rosalia. I... How are you?" The sound of his voice tore through her. Her name leaving his lips made her stomach clench, she wanted to hurl at the sight of him, the sound of his voice. Nausea settling in through each and every pore on her body. When Mason said her name everything felt wrong. It was nothing like the way Giovanni said it, not even close. "Rosalia." He shuffled to the side in an attempt to get closer to her. She immediately pushed against the counter backing herself up against one of the blue illuminated refrigerators. She let out a sma

Her eyes remained down on her heels. Her designer heels now tainted with tiny specs of blood spatter. Each and every spec a sick reminder of Mason Parker, the man who had continued to haunt her all these years, the man who had taken a part of her.Rosalia remained fixated on the specs not daring to look up in the direction Mason once stood. She had no desire to see Mason's brain matter smeared against the back wall. She could hear the faint sounds of movement behind her. Doors being locked, people rustling around her, drawers opening and closing. Her eyes wouldn't move up from her feet, they couldn't. Instead her hearing slowly becoming heightened and accustomed to the movements around her. "Get her to that chair, sit her down." She heard a stream of instructions unsure to whom the distant voice belonged. She let out a breath suddenly feeling light headed unaware when she had taken her last real breath. Faint. Tiny. Spatters. She thought to herself being pulled from those thought

Rosalia let out a long frustrated groan picking up the pile of cash on her desk for what seemed like the twentieth time. She had already separated the bills into sections the first time she counted them and could not for the life of her work out why they were short. Reaching for her iced coffee with her other hand she brought the straw to her lips enjoying yet another caffeine hit. This was her third coffee; at this point she was averaging one coffee every hour. Placing the coffee down, she returned her attention to the cash rapidly sorting through the bills murmuring the numbers out loud then referring to her spreadsheet for the matching total. She was a perfectionist and this would simply not do. Placing the bundle down, she continued the process with the other bundles of cash constantly checking her findings with her original spreadsheet. Nearing the end of her third bundle she heard the sound of the office door opening. Completely ignoring it she continued to count knowing

"Really?" Rosalia stopped dead in her tracks directly in front of the doorman. She sighed, a tired frustrated sound escaping her lips as the man cocked his head to the side curiously. It wasn't every night he saw a woman looking angry outside an exclusive restaurant. Normally she would be elated and grateful, not angry. She was exhausted after the very long day with her boss and boyfriend at work. Giovanni had insisted she spend the last two hours of her day seeing how fast she could run to the vault, lock it behind her and climb into the roof space. All while he sat at his desk with a timer watching security footage of the vault via his cell phone. The only reason she had continued to humour him through the process was because he had eventually promised her a date night. "You've got to be kidding me Gio?" Spinning on her heels to face him she was met by an equally confused look on his face as the doorman's. She stood with a hand on her hip as if he should know what she was wai