Semua Bab Trapped by the Mafia Boss: Bab 61 - Bab 65

Chapter 61 Ruiz Giovanni ~•~ Most people around me always thought of me as unhinged. At first, I found it offensive when they labeled me as unhinged, but after I took a step back and thought about all my actions, I realized I was actually an unhinged person. As I drove back home, I couldn’t help but wonder how Ava would react when she eventually realized that her date was dead. Yes, I killed Marcus. He wasn’t an honest person. He wanted to hurt MY Ava and I wouldn’t just sit and watch that happen. I couldn’t just pretend like I didn’t see him kissing another woman. Now both of them would continue whatever they wanted to do in the afterlife. I wanted to clear my head, so I took the longest route back home. Just as I turned on the car stereo and started playing loud music, my phone started ringing. I let out a loud sigh when I saw that it was Carla who was calling me. “What do you want?” I asked in annoyance when I answered the call. “Where are you? I mis

Chapter 63 Ava Martinez ~•~ I found it difficult to get any sleep the previous night. I couldn’t stop thinking about Marcus. I just saw him and about a few hours later, he was found dead. I couldn’t believe it. It felt like a bad dream. What could have happened to him? It didn’t say he was involved in an accident. He just died mysteriously! Something was definitely wrong. Different thoughts ran through my head but I felt like I was being paranoid. What if it was Ruiz who was behind his death? Before I left for the date, he asked me to give him some information about Marcus. I shouldn’t have done that. I should’ve known better. I didn’t want to accuse Ruiz wrongly, so I needed to be certain about my claims before confronting him. But what did he have to gain in killing Marcus? I wasn’t even planning on going out on a second date with him. Maybe he was just jealous. Ruiz allowed his jealousy to cloud his mind. He acted with thinking. I wanted to believe it was

Chapter 65 Ava Martinez ~•~ I had no idea Carla was around. Anger surged through my veins as I saw her in the living room. She looked like she had spent the night at the house. “Can you make me breakfast?” She asked as she saw me walk past the living room. I rolled my eyes as I stared at her. I wanted to ask what she was doing at the house, but I had a lot more going on and didn’t have the time to interact with her. I ignored her and continued walking. “Didn’t you hear me?” She asked and I stopped in my tracks. “Do I look like your maid?” I asked, glaring at her. “What are you even doing here? Aren’t you done with what you came here to do?” I knew my second statement was really condescending but she deserved it. She knew damn well I wasn’t a chef or a maid, but she still asked me to make her breakfast. She should have taken a hint when I ignored her the first time, but she didn’t. Carla still went ahead to ask if I didn’t hear her. “Are you trying t