All Chapters of From innocence to mafia tie: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The Viewpoint of LaisThe garden was so blooming and fragrant that it intoxicated me. Under the touch of my fingers, I could feel the texture of the velvety petals. The sun was warm, embracing my skin in a friendly, warm hug. I felt neither hunger nor thirst. The breeze touching my skin was serene, gently brushing my ears like a sweet, delicate fairy song.The peace was so serene that it seemed unbelievable. I had never experienced a moment like this, not even on my best days at the convent. Was I dead, and had I found paradise?I made a sudden movement and bumped my head against a metal rod. The pain made me open my eyes. The first thing I saw was the treetops and the dawn. I quickly sat up and realized I had fallen asleep on one of the park benches. It was no longer raining, but my dress hadn’t dried yet and still clung to my body. I shivered, but perhaps I had grown accustomed to the cold, as it no longer bothered me as much. Now hunger gnawed at my stomach. I hadn’t eaten since lun

"You look terrible." I didn't respond, but my stomach growled loudly, echoing my hunger. "You seem hungry too." "I... um..." I stammered, struggling to find the words. "Are you hungry?" He pressed, his tone friendlier than I had expected. I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment. "I'll order you something to eat." "Where... where are my clothes?" I managed to ask, my voice shaky and breathless. "I threw them away." My eyes widened in shock. He was the one who stripped me! My cheeks flushed crimson, warmth spreading across my face. "Your dress was wet, torn, and dirty. You're already not well; if you keep wearing it, you'll only get sicker. I had them buy you some new clothes. They should arrive soon. In the meantime, you can take a shower." "T-thank you." He extended his hand, and this time, I didn't pull away. Perhaps it was the magnetism in his gaze that held me captive. His fingers were warm and gentle as they glided along my face, cupp

"Excellent!" "I thought I'd stay a little longer with Lais, who knows..." "We'll be back in a few days, woman." "You can call her." Rosimeire smiled at my mother, who smiled back. "Thank you." My father approached me, grabbed my arm, and pulled me into a corner away from everyone. He looked at me with such fury that I felt every part of my body twist. "Your attitude almost cost us our entire family. If the deal with the Bellucci is broken, the Costa will destroy us, and we will all be killed, not just you. Don't make another stupid decision like that, do you hear me?" I nodded affirmatively. "You have a commitment, Lais. To me and to our whole family. Don't forget that again." "I won't," I assured him. I had learned the hard way that bad decisions cost lives. My escape had cost Antonella her life. It was something I would never forget. I may not have been able to remember what it was like to live with my family, but I didn't want the weight of th

Marco's Point of View "What was that shooting in the commune of Anzio yesterday? Explain that to me." I looked at Mateo, my younger brother and underboss, before shifting my gaze between the capi present at the meeting I had called. We were in an old warehouse that I used to meet with capi, associates, and sometimes for executions-not always one at a time. I snapped my fingers and squinted even more, analyzing each of them, their expressions, as well as their reactions to mine. I didn't like it when things got out of control, and everyone knew that very well. There was a very clear law: blood was always paid back with more blood. "Emiliano Esposito died yesterday morning, and they're starting to think it was the Galos. The Espositos want revenge, and they started by attacking a café known as the main distribution point in the middle of Galo territory," Martino began. I turned my head toward Mateo, who was just staring at me. I wanted to ask him why he hadn't mentioned the possible

Marco's Point of View The days leading up to the new wedding date flew by. I had to resolve minor conflicts within the mafia and handle an investigation into Vatican affairs that could spill over on us, which took up a lot of my time. I saw my fiancée at family dinners, but we weren't alone, so the kisses like the first night at my place didn't happen again. I had waited ten years to have this woman in my bed, and I could wait a few more days. My mother told me that Donatella had shown up wanting to see Lais, in a friendly gesture that fooled no one, but it alarmed me. Until she was my wife, Lais would be in danger. As my wife, she would be untouchable, and any act against her would affect me directly. I had reinforced my power so that everyone was well aware of the complications that would arise from an attack on the boss. I hoped Donatella was at least smart enough to heed the warnings before doing anything stupid. The wedding was finally about to take place. I woke up early that