All Chapters of The Mafia's Silent Keeper: Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

Cassie:My breath was stuck in my lungs and my eyes didn't dare to blink, but I knew my tears would fail me no matter what.I was broken from what my eyes saw, the pictures of Luca with another woman. It made me think all the horrible things ever. I hated him, I hated him so much for doing that to me that it fucking hurt.With every painful sour breath I took, my heart sank deeper into my chest. My knees grew weaker. The realization that Luca had cheated on me sank into my pores like acid.How had I been tricked into overlooking what I saw in him the first few times we spent together. How could I ever think he would settle down with someone like me. My intuition could never have guessed.I tried to fight my tears but immediately I was alone in my room, a loud shriek left my mouth and I exploded into tears. My knees gave out from beneath me and I crumbled to the ground, my body shaking in waves of sadness and despair. There was no stopping the tears.My head was spiraling as I thought

Luca:As I sat in the front row facing the wooden coffin, it felt like everyone around me moved at a supernatural pace while my whole world stood still, trapped at an impasse, a huge part of it lying lifeless right in front of me.The church bells tolled heavy and unrelenting, each strike settling in my chest like a weight I could not shake. Don Morretti’s coffin rested at the front of the cathedral, draped in black and white roses, guarded by men who had sworn loyalty to him in life and now stood for him in death.I wondered how the world would have color without him in it.The pews overflowed. Men in tailored black suits lined the aisles, women with veils lowered their heads, and the sound of muffled crying filled the air like smoke. Every single one of my men was here, paying their respects, and all the Dons of the other Mafia families had come to do the same.Beside me, my sister Muiccia wore dark shades, her hair tied back into a low bun and her jaw set like stone. She hated fune

Cassie:I looked up and I heard the door creak open, and I saw Luca standing in the threshold of the door just as I was reaching for the edge of the blanket to pull it tighter around me.My heart stuttered when Luca stepped into the room. His face was streaked with blood, dark red splatters cutting across his cheek and jaw, drying at the collar of his shirt. His white dress shirt was ruined, soaked in crimson stains, and his hands were still smeared.He didn't say anything when he walked in, he just stood there in the doorway, the faint light from the hallway outlining the broad, rigid frame of his body.They say grief is the ultimate price we pay for love. Some may wonder if it's worth it in the end, but a loveless life is nothing.I knew the pain all too well. When I lost my father, it was still too fresh in my memory, my mind, and my heart.There was nothing I could do to ease Luca's pain, and watching someone like him, a strong man, break down burned a hole right through my chest.