บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia's Plaything: His To Ruin: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Brinda Every step Francesco took as he made his way down the stairs made my heart yearn for my mother. Deep inside me, I slowly called for my death because all I could see was the same Francesco — The fearful-looking one — I saw the night he killed my mother and also forced me to drink the Deadly Nightshade. This won’t hold well for me. When he was about five feets away from me, my chest swelled while my body shook as if I was being approached by a Lion. I wanted to run but my legs did not let me move as they were fixed on the ground. When he reached where I stood, he flashed a devilish grin and I couldn’t wish anything good for myself but to pray that the ground would open up. Francesco stretched out his arm slowly, almost as if he was possessed. He cupped my chin in his left hand. “I wanted you to be cruel but not against my mother. How do you want to pay for your mistake?” My eyes narrowed to Elizabeth’s side. Her hands were still on her cheeks as she continued to play the vic

Francesco I miss Brinda. I miss her so damn much. But missing her isn't enough to fix what I did. When she was mine, I treated her like she was nothing — Like trash. A burden. Something to possess, control, and discard when I wanted. But she wasn't any of those things. She never was. And now? Now, she is gone. And all I have left is regret. How much longer will this guilt claw at me? How many more nights will I stay, drowning in my own self-inflicted torment? The old woman in front of me watched me with knowing eyes, her voice quiet but firm. “I stood by the window, talking to my son when I saw her rush into the building. It didn’t take long before men in black surrounded the place. Then… Gunfire. The whole house exploded in chaos. And that’s all I know.” She paused, studying me. “You look really worried about her.” “I… I…” My throat tightened. “Never mind, darling,” she said softly, brushing a hand against my cheek. A touch so foreign, so unfamiliar. Something my

Francesco In the dimly lit bar, I sat on the plush armchair. Smoke curled around my fingers as I crushed the cigarette against the ashtray. What more can this grieving man do than that? I have searched everywhere for Brinda. Seconds have turned minutes, minutes have turned hours, hours have turned days, and days have turned weeks — Approximately three weeks. Still, there has been no trace of Brinda. From her house to the clubs. From the clubs to the hospital she once worked at. No trace. No whispers. Just emptiness. Behind me, Bullet sat on the floor, drowning in silent sobs. She thinks I don’t hear her, but I do. I just don’t care. Mark is dead. That was not part of my plan, but he wanted to kill me. What was I supposed to do? Let him? Watch as he pulled the trigger? No. That can't be fucking done. Well, what has been done has been done. Case closed. I took another swig from the bottle, letting the alcohol burn down my throat. Then, slurring slightly, I ord

Francesco “Why are you silent? Are you so shocked to hear my voice? It's me. The woman you left broken.”My blood turned to ice.Alessia Santini.Of all my enemies, she shouldn’t be back.My breath came in short, sharp gasps, my legs rooted to the floor. Move, I told myself, but my body wouldn’t obey.“Could it be…?” My voice cracked as I forced the words out.A soft chuckle came from the other end. Cold. Mocking.“You guessed it right. I am the real mastermind. Do you love the plot twist?”A jolt of guilt shot through me. No. No, this isn’t happening.I made a mistake. I made a fucking mistake.Five years ago, when I returned on The Dark Night, I should have killed her.I found Alessia near the mountain’s edge, The Black Book clutched in her hands. The crypt key was with her too. My men overpowered hers. I took back what belonged to me. But later lost the crypt key too

Francesco alighted from his car as he clutched the black bag to his chest. His eyes were fixed on the red Range Rover parked a few metres from where he was. A few minutes later, Alessia and Marshall emerged from the backseat of the car with smiles radiating on their faces. Francesco’s breathing quickened as he laid his eyes on his once-upon-a-time lover. He studied her for a moment before he concealed his emotions. “Where is The Black Book?” Marshall asked, while he puffed smoke into the air. “Where is she?” Francesco demanded. “I need to see her before dropping the item.”“Trust is essential in our world. By now, you should know that I don't go back on my words.” Alessia spoke up. Francesco glanced at the bag for a moment. Coming alone to get Brinda from the two bloody past friends of his was already a risk. Would he take another risk of dropping The Black Book without seeing Brinda to know if she was still fine?