All Chapters of My Tenant is a Mafia Prince: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I must admit that I was taken aback when Johnny said the crypt. The musky and dim church is enough to keep me on the edge and I don’t need to see skulls or epitaphs to push me further. I prefer to deal with the living. When it comes to the paranormal, I’m at a disadvantage.Still, I followed with apprehension and I could see a faint smile in Colette’s face. I don’t know if she finds it amusing or she’s just happy that we can settle her family safely back here.But as soon as my foot landed on the last step of the stairs, I was transported in a different dimension. The room was bright and tidy with fans circulating cold air. It’s like a small square studio unit with complete facilities and I could tell they have complete supplies that would last them for weeks. Even months. They don’t even have to go out.“Welcome to our humble abode,” the little boy invited as he prepared folding chairs to welcome us.I wonder if Johnny converted the whole crypt into modular apartments to house his as

Meetings. Meetings. Endless meetings.If I had known that Twig is not ready to execute her ‘weight-loss’ operation, I wouldn’t have agreed to it. What’s supposed to be a smooth operation is causing us problems at every turn. And the one who proposed this operation suddenly wanted to focus on her rehearsals, leaving me to clean up after their mess.There’s a reason why I opposed trans-national operations. Aside from the logistics involved, treading on international territories is not my forte. But I guess every opportunity is a chance to learn. So here I am learning the ins and outs trying to streamline the operation.“Thanks to the commotion at the causeway last week, the police have tightened all ports of entries.” Alex explained, giving me the current status. “We cannot fly the goods just as we initially planned and we cannot use the waters either. Our only option is by land,” he concluded.“But land travel wouldn’t fit in our timeline. With the authorities tightening all movements,

‘To do:___ Steffan’s Resignation___ Call Nicholas___ Check up with Elena and Dem___ Email ACE___ Confirm Lotus Casino attendance’I was looking at my to do list and so far, the only item I can tick off is the first one. And it’s already the end of the work week. I still haven’t decided whether to attend the unveiling this weekend or to visit my dad. I think calling him should be enough but if his condition worsens, I might regret not visiting him for the last time. On the other hand, I don’t know what excuse I will give to Elsie to decline the assignment.I’ve been staring at my notebook trying to jot down my thoughts but I’m coming up blank so a trip to the ladies’ room seems like a good idea.“You haven’t confirmed your attendance for tomorrow, Colette. It won’t confirm by itself,” Elsie greeted as soon as she saw me inside the washroom.“I’ll confirm it within the day, Elsie. I’m just occupied right now,” I explained politely.I thought that was the end of it but I saw her smi

              I’ve been driving for six hours now and I finally had a glimpse of Nicholas Meyers’ vast estate. The last time I was here was when I was still in college and it’s life-changing to say the least. I could still recall rows of cars lining up the dirt road that leads to the gated mansion. Or how men lined up to kiss my father’s hand. And that’s when I started hating that part of me.The Marbles. With my father as the ‘Don’. And me as their precious princess.              There’s an adage about avoiding pointing fingers. Because you point one finger to others but at the same time, you’re pointing three fingers at yourself. That time I felt like a hypocrite investigating the Sticks and yet here I am, the daughter of a mafia.Equally ruthless, equally despicable.&nb

A lot of things are running in my mind in that instance. Johnny just concluded that whoever has Camilla’s necklace is Nico Sticks, but now that it’s right in front of me, my mind objected. There must be a reason.But, is there, really? Now when Steffan is looking so guilty.I tried to recall our first encounter, and all the Stick’s operations that were linked to me. All those times, Steffan was with me giving me comfort.It’s just coincidence, right?I looked at him face again, still showing the same apologetic look and slowly hid the necklace in my pocket. If I confront him head on, he could easily corner me. I have to think.“Honey, please let me explain,” Steffan pleaded.“What do you want to explain?” I asked softly while assessing my options. Right now, I could still feel my legs frozen due to my panic and a sprint will not do me any good.“I know my pants was stained. I was assigned to lift the heavy produce crates and I dirtied my clothes. You bought those clothes for me and I