In My Godfather’s Bed のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 221 - チャプター 230

Enzo:The hospital was fortified like a fortress. I had guards posted at every level of the hospital, and there were two standing next to Sandy's door and Andrew's as well. There was no way I was going to take any chances with their lives.I paced the hallway trying to reach Tabitha, but there was no answer. What did I even expect? Of course, she was ignoring me on purpose. Sometimes that girl could be so infuriating.“Trying to call your other woman?”Natasha came up behind me, smiling from ear to ear. She has gone home, had a bath, changed up and come back to the hospital, which was very surprising for someone like her. I thought that once she got the opportunity to go home, she wasn't ever going to come back. It seemed like she cared more about her nephew than I thought.“Tabitha isn't the other woman,” I replied firmly, folding my arms across my chest, “and Sandy is helping me with something important.”“Sandy?’ Natasha tested her name and made a face. “Did I ever tell you that yo

Enzo:“Let me get this straight. You want us to follow you to Westlean Avenue Road so that you can search the house of your old friend to retrieve some information that he might have had about the Red Mafia when he was working for them back in the day?”I nodded slowly. And here I was thinking that I was going to have to explain it multiple times before they could understand what I was saying.“And what makes you think that we would want to put our lives on the line for you? I mean, look at Sandy. She didn't even do anything serious apart from helping you decode a piece of paper, and they slit her throat for it.”“I am well aware of what the Red Mafia did to send Sandy,” I said calmly, “but if we don't stop them they are going to do something much worse and do you think that they will just stop at Sandy, or me, or my ward?”They all looked around the room at each other, and I allowed the question to sit in the air.“I am not asking you to put your lives on the line; I'm only asking yo

Enzo:The train moved slowly along the tracks. Everyone else was conversing in low tones while I was looking at the security footage. From what I could see, Tabitha had left her room for the kitchen. She was sitting at the kitchen island, talking to Edwardo, who had just made a tray of samosas.Nothing looked out of the ordinary. I had checked the time stamps, and everything was in place. There was nothing strange going on. Maybe whatever Edwardo told her must have lifted her spirits a little. Maybe we would actually have a better chance of figuring this mess out as soon as I got back. “So are you sure that you have no idea of what the Ma..”The girl was pinched sharply, and she immediately kept quiet and looked around. Even though we were alone, we couldn’t risk talking so carelessly. “If I had the faintest idea of what they were after, then there would be a point to me dragging you all along on this,” I muttered, not lifting my head. “I would have given them what they wanted with

Enzo: “Is everyone alright? Is anyone hurt?” There was a slight murmur, but everyone had found their footing. The windows had shattered from the impact, and glass shards were everywhere. Chase had a cut on his cheek that was bleeding. Everyone else had a few grazes and bruises. “What the hell happened?” one of the girls said. “I have no idea,” I replied. “Let’s try to get out…” The coach doors behind us groaned open, and someone popped their head in. “Is everyone here all right? Please try to get your bags and make your way this way.” Mothers cradled their babies, husbands guided their wives, and everyone made their way to the exit. My team and I grabbed our bags and followed suit. The sun was bright, and the grass was soft, littered with people sitting on it and tending to their injuries. On the five-coach-train, only our coach had turned over. The conductor stepped out and did a quick head count of everyone, asking for their tickets and double-checking with the nam

Enzo: The train soon came to a screeching halt. Finally, we were at Westlean. The sky was already dark, and the familiar stars had already begun dotting the sky. As we stepped out of the train, the clean countryside air filled my lungs. It was so familiar and brought back familiar memories. “So how are we going to get to our destination?” Chase asked, looking around. The only sources of light were the stars and the dim lamps of the train station. “We take a cab,” I answered, heading to the exit. “We have no time to waste.” A shiver rippled down my spine. That assistant had to be part of the Mafia. He was watching us. It was the only thing that explained how fast he vanished. They were watching us; it was expected. I also expected them to attack us as soon as we reached Vincent’s home. We had to be cautious. As soon as he left the station, I felt my mind flooded with memories as soon as I stepped into the Westlean night life. It was beautiful, simple, devoid of the hustle and bu