Semua Bab MY MAFIA SAVIOUR: Bab 81 - Bab 84

"I said, I want my phone call!" Elisa slammed her tightly wrapped fist onto the table in front of her while John continued to casually flip through the manila folder filled with paper work. He knew her file now better than she even knew herself. He had no doubt that the events of her earlier petty crimes fuelled by drugs and alcohol were jumbled in her mind. However, he was more than eager to refresh her memory. "Hello!" She knocked on the table repeatedly; annoyed at the casual way he began placing individual sheets of paperwork across the table at an ever so slow agonizing pace. "You think this worries me?" She snapped more annoyed at the fact that he had yet to answer her and not so much with the information before her. "This," she waved a hand across the table, the slight wind from the motion scattering the paperwork out of order. "This is all the past. I paid my fines, completed my community service, put this shït away!" Officer John O'Connor raised an eyebrow at her, smirked

Rosalia smiled nervously as she retrieved the plate from Isabella's hands. Of course Giovanni had told his mother not to bring anything and just like every other year, she brought dessert. "Isabella you really didn't have to trouble yourself." She stated taking the tart from her grasp and placing it into the refrigerator. "My son doesn't know how to make dessert and I assume your skills embarrassingly mirror his own." She responded with a smirk hearing the clatter of glass bottles clinging together from inside the refrigerator. She had already hit a nerve. "Actually," Rosalia rebutted turning to face her. "My mother taught me all sorts of baking secrets; I often bring almond cookies to work for everyone. Gio is normally too busy to eat much during the day, but Stefano and Ricci seem to enjoy them." "Those boys will eat anything you put in front of them." "Speaking of eating." Giovanni's voice interrupted the pair from the doorway, "Rosalia and I should start plating up. Siediti m