All Chapters of Escaping The Mafia Devil: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"Oh come on, again? It's just seven? What the f*ck do you want?" I scowled, glaring at Michael who was standing in front of my room after disturbing my beautiful sleep a-f*cking-gain. "Can I come in?" he asked. "After what you did yesterday? I'm not mad. F*ck off, I'm not in the mood for your bul**hit." I glowered at him and tried to shut my door, but he forced his way into my room. "What the f*ck is wrong with you! Get out, or I'm going to scream!" I seethed as I held my door wide open. "I came to apologise about yesterday. I shouldn't have touched you without your permission. I—" "Apology not accepted! You almost f*cking r*ped me!" I snarled, interrupting him. "Shh. Don't say that out loud. Someone might hear you." He whispered, pressing his finger to his lips. "Like I give a f*ck about what happens. If it gets out, it will be on your head, not mine." I scoffed. "But you don't want that, or you would have told Dad or Gabi yesterday." He replied, and I pressed my lips

"And a pain in my a**. He's so annoying. I should know because I literally grew up with him." Gabi hissed."You didn't think that when you used to tag along with me." He grinned."She did?" I smiled, eyeing Gabi as her face turned pink."All the time. Like a little duckling following her mama duck. And she was the cutest little thing too. But as she grew older, she started drifting away, watching me from afar. When she turned the big eighteen, she suddenly began to be really mean to me, breaking my poor heart. She probably doesn't want to hang out with an old man like me. You know how you young generations are, grandpas aren't fun." He gasped dramatically, pressing his hand to his chest."Shut up.You're just a few years older than me. Besides, I stopped hanging out with you because you're always teasing me and you're a guy. Guys are gross." She huffed."Guys are gross. Seriously? You sound like you're in kindergarten." I laughed."It's not funny. He teased me a lot. I had to esc

"How could she? That's awful." I said softly as I quickly ran back to his side. "You're the first person I ever told this. I was too ashamed. Who would believe that a man like me was taken advantage of by a woman? No one. I would be the laughingstock of the Vipers. F*ck, my father would beat me up and disown me for being f*cking weak, and honestly, I won't blame him. I was a f*cking fool and a weak-ass p*ssy." Pablo groaned as he gripped his hair."Don't say that about yourself. R.ape is r.ape, whether it's done to a man or woman. F*ck, Beatrice is such a f*cking disgusting piece of sh*t." I hissed as my hand itched to strangle my b*tchy stepmother, but I swallowed my anger. I needed to find out the truth. "Can you tell me what happened?" I said softly.Pablo stayed quiet, and I almost slapped myself for asking a sensitive question without thinking."You don't have to say anything—""To answer your first question, Angela and Beatrice were supposedly best friends; at least that

"Really? Really, really, really? Or are you joking? You better not be joking, or I will cry and throw tantrums like a toddler." I gasped as I tried not to sound too excited."I'm not. Lorenzo isn't as bad as I said he was. I admit, I overreacted a little bit." Pablo said."A little bit?" I teased, and he rolled his eyes."Yes, a little bit. At least I didn't kill anyone." "Because I told you not to." I replied."I could have decided not to listen, but I did. Lorenzo... Lorenzo is a good business partner and mafia boss, honestly better than his brother, who was my friend. But I don't like his promiscuous behaviour of having b*tches here and there, but unfortunately it's normal in the mafia world." He grunted."Gabi told me you're one of a kind. Different, dignified, and set apart from the others because if your good, monogamous behaviour." I grinned."I guess you can say that I’m not like other dons." He boasted as he rubbed his beard. "But at least Lorenzo isn't a playboy; he

"You'll keep bugging me if I say no, right?" I asked, and Michael nodded like a puppy. "If this will get you out of my hair, then fine. It better be worth it, though. If you serve me trash, I'll throw you and it in the garbage bin." I scowled. "You should be worried that you will fall in love with me because of how good my food is. I heard girls prefer men that can cook." I winked as he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the kitchen. "Even if you put a love potion in it, it won't work." I scoffed. "I might try that. I know a good voodoo doctor who can help me with a good success rate." He joked. "Black magic doesn't work on me." I rolled my eyes as we got to the kitchen, and I sat on a stool by the kitchen island. "So what would you like to eat?" He asked as he opened the large pantry. "I thought you said you were making pasta for me?" I asked as I wondered how I was going to bring up the conversation of Beatrice without seeming suspicious. "I meant, what type of pasta d