All Chapters of The Mafia's Angel : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Donatello opened his eyes to see the entire room spinning. He immediately closed it and attempted to touch them, only to discover that he could move his hands. They had been tied to the bedpost.“Marcello?” he called out in a low tone as he gently reopened his eyes.“He has gone to search for Julia, I told him you were in good hands.” Sabrina spoke from the edge of the bed where she was sitting.Don attempted to sit up, but his hands made it difficult. When Sabrina saw him struggling, she stood up and walked to him.“You’re still weak. I nabbed you with painkillers and sleeping medicine, that was why you slept off so that I could clean and dress your wound.” she told him.“Untie these things and let me out right now. I don't think I need your help.” he said in an icy tone.“There you go again. Always wanting to do things on your own without needing help. I just want to help you, that's all.” she said.Donatello rolled his eyes; this was the first time he had ever done this. “Even if I

“Do you think Don would make it here?” Marco inquired as he smoked his cigarette and sat on the chair, his legs raised above the table.He offered one to Martin, who was sitting in another chair opposite him, and he accepted.“Let us wait and see; I know when someone is in love, and Donatello's is no exception. He is madly in love with that lady, but little does he know where this will lead him.” Martin responded with a light chuckle.Suddenly, he began to cough and threw the cigar into the ashtray. He then looked up at Marco, clutching his chest tightly.“You still have those coughs?” Marco inquired nonchalantly.Martin gave a nod while coughing. He took out his handkerchief and placed it over his mouth while coughing.When he finished, he looked at it with a neutral expression. It was stained with blood.“Did you take the pills the doctor prescribed to you?” Marco asked again.“Yeah but I have used them all.”“I’ll get you a new batch.” Marco assured him.Martin smiled and nodded hi

Julia shuddered when she heard those words. She looked at her boss, but his face was expressionless.What else did she expect from a mafia leader?Suddenly a tear dropped from her eyes. Was this how her life was going to end? She questioned herself as she saw Marco pull the trigger.“For the last time, why the hell are you doing this?” Don asked, “the Rossini's have been good to your family, so why this?”“Good? Did you just say good?” Marco asked, then added, “The only person worthy of being called 'good' is Martin, and fortunately, he has already betrayed you.”“We had been friends; can't you consider that?” Donatello asked, he wasn't the one to say things like this but he knew he had to buy out time.“Friends?” Marco chuckled as he looked at Martin, who scoffed, “that ended when your father dared to pull the trigger on my father and brother.”“It was not his fault, my father did not shoot yours; why do you not get it?” Don said aloud.“Keep quiet!” Marco yelled angrily, “Things had

The next day, Julia got up early and decided to prepare food for him. She encountered Mrs. Lorenzo in the kitchen, who gave her a scornful look.“What do you need?” The old lady questioned.“I just want to prepare some breakfast for Mr. Donatello.” Julia explained to her.“Leave it to me; I am in charge of that.” Mrs. Lorenzo spoke with a stern expression.When Julia attempted to protest, the woman quickly dismissed her.Several hours later, she was in the car with Marcello, and they drove all the way to the hospital. Marcello would look at her in the rearview mirror as he drove.He was surprised by how far they had come. A few years ago, she was just a regular lady working in a restaurant. He did not expect she would be alive or with them for so long. Most likely, he had thought she would be giving off in auction as usual.“Are you sure you really want to see the boss?” Marcello asked her.Julia nodded, “I need

Donatello walked into the garden situated at the back of the hospital, despite the doctor's warning to stay in and recuperate, Don still found himself outside his ward. His ward was more like a prison to him and he did not like it plus he wanted to receive cool air. But most importantly, he knew he was attempting to avoid Julia's presence. He was certain she could come bustling in at any moment. He let out a slight smile and sat on the side bench, then he looked up to the sky which was already darkening. Was she even going to come? He was sure Marcello must have told her what he said, and now, he doubts if she would ever confront him. “She must have been happy to finally leave me.” he muttered to himself as he looked down. Even so, he was glad to finally relieve her, even though he knew it would be heartbreaking for him. Julia was the only lady he had ever had affections for. At first he had thought it was only for a short while and would pass away soon, but little did he know t