All Chapters of The Mafia's Angel : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Don sat in his room, his former room given to him by his uncle. Everything was still intact, his old clothes, shoes and even the photograph of his mother that was placed on the table.He approached the photograph and took it from the table, dusting it lightly.It featured his mother with a smiling face and a torn part which he knew belonged to his father. Before the accident, Mrs. Rossini, his mother had found out about his father's secret affair with a woman. Worse still, his concubine had given birth to a child. So with anger and pain, she took her son with her and planned to travel. They were barely halfway when the vehicle collided, resulting in a tragic catastrophe that claimed her life.After that day, Don despised seeing his father's face, as well as that of his stepbrother, whose mother died from cancer years later. Following his therapy, Don was placed under the care of his uncle and resided with him.Few years later, after the death of his father, he carried on the family b

A ray of sunlight penetrated the space between the window curtains and shone directly into Julia's eyes.As she tossed to avoid the bright light, she felt a sharp pain in her two legs. Immediately she opened her eyes. The pain was not there before, so why is it there now?Julia carefully sat up and examined them. Her legs appeared normal; they were not swollen except for the discomfort she was experiencing.She then attempted to stand up, and while it was difficult, she was able to stand on her own two feet.Suddenly, she heard a knock and wondered who it could be. Was it Mrs. Lorenzo? She must have come to ask her to serve the boss a cup of coffee.Now thinking of coffee, Julia gasped. She was supposed to bring him a cup as usual.“Why do I have to forget?” She asked herself while tapping her forehead.Then she heard the knock again and proceeded to answer it. She opened the door and met her boss's gaze.“Good morning, Julia,” he said as he strode in, “Did you sleep well?”Julia, st

Donatello arrived at the club and went straight to the bar stand where he sat down.“Good day boss,” the bartender bowed and handed him a pint of tequila, his usual order. He immediately gulped it down and requested for another one.His gaze roved around the building, which was bustling with people dancing and celebrating. Don smirked. He remembered starting the club from scratch to help him relax before deciding to open it to everyone.After three shots of tequilas, he felt someone tap him. He quickly turned around to face a beautiful brunette lady dressed in a mini skirt and bra-like top.She caressed his shoulders and whispered into his ears, “That man over there told me to come cheer you up.”He glanced towards Marcello who was seated at the other end of the room with three sexy ladies around him.“That son-of-a-bitch,” Don spat and gulped another glass.The lady who had been instructed to cheer him up continued to caress his shoulders before moving to his chest.All of a sudden,

Donatello was in his room when he heard a knock. Quickly, he tucked the note under his pillow and stood up. “Come in,” he said.His aide, Marcello, entered and bowed. “Is there a problem?” he asked sternly.“No Boss,” Marcello said, then added, “I just received an invitation from Senator Vincenzo. He has invited you to his opening gala.” Marcello handed him the invitation. His boss quickly opened it and scrammed through the paper.“An opening gala?” “Yes, boss, and he has extended a special invitation for you to attend with your lady.” Marcello said.Don shot him an inquisitive look. Was his aide trying to mock him?“You’re dismissed.” Don said, waving him off.Marcello bowed and exited the room.After he left, Don looked at the invitation once more. The senator took his time to specifically invite him, even though he can not recall the last time he attended a gala or any party.“It appears that some friendships last after death,” he said to himself.Senator Vincenzo was one of h

Julia stood in front of the standing mirror in her room. She couldn't bring herself to believe she was still the same Giulia, the only daughter of Bianchi. Adorned in a red long evening gown with a front slit and an open back, she marveled at the way it fitted her body. Her hair was left to flow, just as her boss preferred, and her face was made up softly to highlight her angelic features. Standing before the mirror, she pondered whether she was truly fitted for this kind of life. It suited her, but it was not her type. She had initially thought she would accompany him as his personal servant, just as he has told her, but that was no longer the case. She was going with him as his lady! “Girl, you look gorgeous!” Brittany exclaimed, after assisting her in putting on her stiletto heels, “I would die to have this body shape.” Julia only smiled. Of course, she had a very attractive shape. “Wow!” Brittany said, still taken aback by the woman standing in front of her. “Thank you f