บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia’s Runaway Bride: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

ROSA’S POVI woke up on the couch, the blanket tangled around my legs, my heart racing before I’d even remembered why. Then the memory came crashing back. It was the call.That voice calling me Rosalinda Pacino. For a long time I’d answered to Rosalinda Amato that I’d almost forgotten that Amato was a false surname, a name I  had borrowed to live a fake life…an ordinary life. The name felt like a curse in my ears, one I hadn’t heard spoken out loud in years. Not since I’d buried it along with the people who used to say it with p

ROSA’S POVHe wasn’t smiling. His eyes dropped to the bag over my shoulder, then to Sofia’s small hand curled into mine. Something in his expression shifted. Concern, confusion, something more. Like he was trying to understand what was going on.  “Going somewhere?” His voice was soft, not accusing. Just… watching, laced with concern.  I blinked, my heart racing. “No. Just…just to Liana’s. For the night.” I couldn’t tell him I was running. I didn’t trust him and besides he was a Don, there was every possibility he could have heard about the Pacino household and

ROSA’S POVSofia’s scream tore through the apartment, high and desperate. I jerked back so fast, I almost knocked the plate off the coffee table. Salvatore jumped too, blinking like he’d just been slapped awake. I turned and saw her standing by the hallway that led to the bedrooms.  “Enzo!” she wailed. “I want Enzoooo!” I was already halfway to her, my heart pounding. Her cries weren’t the kind that faded, instead they sharpened with each breath, splitting through the quiet like glass. “Sofia, baby, what’s wrong?”

ROSA’S POVI tried to call Vicenzo. Once. Twice. Then again. The phone just rang and rang until that hollow beep echoed in my ear. No voicemail. No answer. Just silence where his voice should’ve been.I wanted to throw the phone away. Instead, I just held it tighter. I couldn’t afford to make any rash decisions. Sofia had stopped wailing but was sobbing quietly now. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and winced as I touched the welts across my face. I felt my lips tremble as I was moved to tears. I gathered myself together and glanced at my daughter sitting down in a corner, her eyes puffy from crying and catarrh dripping down her nose. She didn’t speak when I met her gaze so I just picked her up and took her to the bathroom. We did everything in silence till I asked her. “Want to go see Liana?” My voice was soft and tired. She nodded and I blinked the tears away as we left the house together. When Liana opened the door, I must’ve looked like hell because she didn’t say anyth

VICENZO’S POVI woke up feeling like I’d been hit by a truck. My head throbbed, my mouth was dry as dust and my limbs ached. I could still taste the smoke, blood, scotch and drugs in my mouth. And shame.I dragged myself upright, blinking against the sunlight spilling through the sheer curtains. I was still in yesterday’s clothes, but my belt was loose, my shirt open and the sheets were a mess. I didn’t have to look far to know why.I could remember lips. The heat, her mouth and a silk robe slipping off. I remembered groaning in pleasure and the hotness of her mouth.