All Chapters of MAFIA’S SURROGATE MISTRESS: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The next few days passed in a blur of surgeries, and blood-soaked silence. A week had passed now. Lot’s off heavy emotions had gone through Louisa. The hospital forced therapy down her throat while constantly dismissing her from seeing Alessandro because the De Lucas had given them those orders not to let her specifically, in. She had rolled her father home in a wheelchair alongside Lilian the day before yesterday. The man had been livid, burnt out, and holding simmering resentment towards the De Lucas.Today was the fifth time in three days she’d shown up outside Alessandro’s ICU ward. The old don was always there each time. Two hefty men obstructed the door as he scowled in her face. “I don't think you should still be coming back here.”Her heart twisted. Words failed her as she fought back tears. “I'm not trying to get back with him…”“Move on, Louisa.” The old Don cut her off, his cane slamming the floor as tho he’d just passed a judgment. Her lips parted to speak but he sh

Italy, Sicily.The De Luca patriarchal home had never been this quiet, with a dead calm that brushed over the entire household.Two stairs up the building was an off-limits room, shut off to the world. The atmosphere smelled of old wood and antiseptic. The bed sheets were crumpled with rough dents, like it had just been rolled off.Deep into the bedroom was another door, quite ajar. A closed-off office space with a large desk space and a broad, high-backed golden mahogany chair. Resting against the desk was a dark crested cane. Scattered across the tabletop were ledger pages, white documents, fountain pens, a glass holding brown liquor, and a bottle nearby. A laptop was propped open, with voices spilling from the video with several Arab men in tailored suits, seated and speaking among themselves.Sitting in the chair was Alessandro, pain locked tight in his jaw, his back constantly pressed into the seat as he couldn’t sit upright for long without agony flaring up his spine. His finger

“You good, Don?” “I don’t know, Eric.” Alessandro pulled off his coat and let it fall across the back seat. “Just keep the car moving,” he muttered with a low rumble in his voice. Eric locked his seat belt in place once they got onto the highway. An infuriating silence reigned in the car, its cold clutches pressing in. The city slid past the window in blurred gold streaks as Alessandro propped a fist under his jaw, brooding and replaying the last few moments he shouldn’t be. His cane, propped between his thighs, leaned against the leather. “Palermo can always wait,” Eric broke the silence. Alessandro said nothing, only the silent tick of his jaw answering. He reached for the document stacked in a file in the dashboard compartment, then a pen. “What are you doing?” Eric glanced at him once, even though he already knew the answer. “You have to hand that to Carusso yourself.” Alessandro flipped through each page of the document, not without dropping his signature on eve

When the cab pulled up in front of the magnetic hotel suite, Louisa stepped out half sober, water dripping down her chin along with her own tears as she stacked a wad of cash into the man’s hands and hurried into the building—Looking messed up and out of place. “How can we help you, miss?” The front desk staff demanded as soon as she walked up to it. “I want to see Alessandro,” she replied, dropping the key card right onto the desk, and much to her chagrin. “Can you please tell me what suite he is in?” “You don't look fine, miss” The woman said Instead, taking the card and tucking it away with a wary look crumpling her face. “We have Mr. De Luca getting ready to vacate his suite, he never walked in here with a woman of any sort…” “You don't get it, I just want to talk to him before he leaves.” Louisa pleaded, her hands grabbing the woman’s own. “This card was issued to Mr. Alessandro De Luca, I’d like to know how you got your hands on them.” The woman urged. “Let’s start from

Sicily. “Ouu, it's happening!” The giddy tone in Eve’s cheerful voice slithered into the room on the calm morning of the wedding. The soft chime of the cathedral bell echoed from a distance along with the ocean waves crashing over the bed of rocks from the floor-to-ceiling window. The atmosphere was blissful. Soft scents of perfumes, makeup products scattered on the vanity, dresses lined up on the bed, and assistants moving quietly in the room to add finishing touches to the bride’s look. Lilian walked in after Eve, in a pleated ankle-length rose chiffon dress, with Raniero cuddled up in her arms, his bright eyeballs scouring the environment in innocent oblivion, and his sharp babbles the minute his eyes turned towards his mama. “My baby” Louisa’s voice was a silent whisper, her whole countenance lighting up as she watched them walk in. She stood regal in a fitted Chantilly lace gown that hugged her body in all the right places. The sweetheart neckline sat perfectly on her chest