All Chapters of The Mafia's Little Raven: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

LEILA.."I want you to meet Gerald," I froze midway, admits the perfect breakfast, was this why he prepared my best meal?"To talk to him."My hand, which had been resting on his, withdrew slightly, my body tensing."Gerald?" I was pained at this point, I could feel it brewing within me."I just want you to meet him. To talk to him, I get if you don’t want to, but I think listening will get you to understand him"I lowered the spoon slowly, placing it back on the tray, the sound loud in the sudden silence, my hand trembling slightly, and I took a deep breath, the weight of the decision settling on my shoulders, everything felt heavy at this moment."Understand… I should understand?" I asked, my voice quiet, measured, the pain a dull ache in my chest, the words slow, deliberate, "Understand why he did what he did? Understand why he took my mother from me all because your father took the decision upon himself to kill himself, she didn’t even lead him that path, or understand why I ha

LEILA..The silence in the apartment was broken by the insistent ringing of my phone, intrusive sound that grated on my nerves, a reminder of the outside world, a world I had shut myself off from completely, I looked at the screen, and Damien’s name flashed on my screen.I kept declining, hitting the reject button, again and again, I wasn’t in the right frame of mind, not knowing what my next reaction could be, it actually was better I stayed out.Unable to speak to him, unable to face him, unable to let anyone in, not today, not on this day.The phone stopped ringing and the silence returned.And then my phone chimed, highlighted this name with a text. I was going to ignore it but I opened it.I understand how you feel and I’m not going anywhere, I’ll be out here, waiting.Whenever you feel better. but I’ll always be here, always.I love you Leila. It was already 10pm and then the doorbell rang, giving a sharp sound in the quiet apartment,making my heart skip.Sophia stirred in

LEILA..I looked at him, removing my gaze from everything I was currently doing."How did you and Damien reconnect?" he asked, his voice soft, genuine, filled with a curiosity. "I thought… I thought you were completely done."I looked at Him as laughter bubbled up, light and unexpected, i wasn't thinking was going to come out that way."It's... it's a long story, Gerald," still laughing, while he stared at me with amusement in his eyes, " it happened in a very funny way, I don’t think you want to hear that.”He leaned forward, with an intrigued expression, this was connected to his brother so I expected it."I have time," his voice invited me to share, "We have a lot of planning to do. Plenty of time for stories. Especially good ones."I looked across the room, towards where Damien was standing, talking with some of the event staff, his profile sharp, intense, even in a casual setting, his gaze fixed on me, trying to know what we were discussing, his expression serious, a hint of

DAMIEN..I moved from the doorway into the living area of the suite, carrying her, her weight light in my arms, her head resting against my shoulder, her breathing soft and even, and then I lowered her gently onto the plush rug in front of the fireplace, and I knelt before her, my gaze fixed on her face, on her eyes.My hands reached out, my fingers tracing the curve of her jawline, the line of her lips, remembering the feel of her mouth on mine, the taste of her, the way she responded to my touch."Leila," I rarely allowed myself to show a tenderness that she, uniquely, brought out in me,but at this point I had to let it all out, "You were incredible today. At the event. At the hospital. Everywhere."She smiled then, a soft, tired smile, her eyes shining in the firelight, and I leaned closer, my mouth finding hers, a kiss that was soft at first, tentative, filled with gratitude, with admiration, with a quiet reverence for the woman before me, the woman who had faced her past, who

LEILA..The setting was perfect, serene, intimate, just us, surrounded by the people who mattered most, a small, select group, our chosen family, gathered together to witness our commitment, and Mrs Elenor. Oh my God, how did I even forget to invite her, thank God he had. These were people that have been with us and supported us and also fought with us. This place was more than what I wanted, already almost brought tears to my eyes, and we did with everything in baby green and white theme, the colors felt soft and natural.This was a theme that was both simple and elegant, a reflection of purity and our style, our vision for the day, something that spoke of a new beginning, hope, and a future filled with possibility.Sophia my best lady of course was here as my Maid of Honor, a title that felt both formal and insufficient to capture the depth of our connection, the years of friendship, of shared laughter, of shared tears, of shared journeys, maid of honor or what you call it, th