บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia’s Runaway Bride: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

VICENZO’S POVI watched my father limp towards Don Ricci and watched as they clasped each other’s backs in a hug. They were friends. It was as simple as that. The Moretti House owed its loyalty to the Riccis and vice Vera’s.“These legs don’t make me move so much anymore, my friend but I hear everything, nothing bad with my hearing,” my father was saying. “Ah, Alessio, always eager to talk business. Relax! We’re family or soon to be,” Don Ricci said with a short laugh as he winked at me. My father laughed too but I said nothing and we sat in silence as my mind wandered back to that day I had found my father lying on the cold floor. The day he had lost the use of one leg and I thought of everything that day had made me become. It was in this room that smelled like old leather and older whiskey. The kind of room built to remind you what men like my father were made of with its marble floors and the ornate carvings on the walls. My father and Don Ricci had been talking at length but I

VICENZO’S POVI slammed the door hard enough to wake up the dead as I stepped into my penthouse, my blood boiling with rage. “Where the fuck is Mateo?” I roared as I stepped into the room, the city lights behind me glaring like fire through the tall windows. The living room was dim, heavy with silence. I didn’t bother shedding my coat, just kept walking, my heart hammering wildly against my chest desperate to burst.Mateo emerged from the hallway, face tight. “I…I’m here, boss.”I crossed the room in three long strides and grabbed him by the collar, shoving him back into the wall so hard the picture frame beside his head fell with a crash.“She’s gone,” I growled. “How is she fucking gone? With the little girl who could possibly be my daughter…you hear that, Mateo? My daughter, Mateo. You want to explain to me how?”His face was flushed red and his hands came up in surrender, struggling under my grip. “Boss, wait… me explain…”“Explain?” My voice cracked. “You were supposed to have e

VICENZO’S POVI didn’t say a word because I was boiling inside of me and I knew that saying something to Bianca in that state would catapult her into depression. I just stood there staring at her like the ground had shifted underneath us.Pregnant.Her arms were folded over her bare stomach, but I could see the tremble in her hands. The way her lower lip wobbled, just slightly. She was scared. Not of me—Bianca was strong and didn’t scare easy—but of losing. “You’re lying,” I finally said quietly.&nbs

ROSA’S POVI didn’t answer his question. I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t tell him everything. Not yet. There was so much that he didn’t know and I wasn’t sure I could say them…yet. Vicenzo’s voice was rough with confusion, anger, and something else I couldn’t name but I couldn’t give him the truth. Not like this. “It’s nothing,” I said quietly, brushing past him. “Forget it.” He stepped into my space, towering, dark eyes scanning my face like he could force out every

ROSA’S POVI needed a distraction. I was yet to recover from my interaction with Vicenzo in his study and I didn’t think I would be able to face him so I kept busy. That’s what I told myself.I poured cereal for Sofia, wiped down the counter that didn’t need wiping, folded the same towel three times just to have something to do with my hands. I hadn’t seen Vicenzo since last night. Not really. But I felt him, I felt him everywhere.He was a shadow at the edge of the kitchen when I turned too fast. A weight in the hallway when I passed by the study. His presence pulled at me like a thread I didn’t want to tug but couldn’t stop reaching for. U was dro