Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Black Widow Returns : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Eva It's been about 20 minutes since the guys left, and I sent Leo that text. During that time, I've returned to my groove bubble, enjoying my 2nd or 3rd glass of wine? Heck, I dunno or care. All I know is I’m too far in my zone, dancing and/or swaying in my chair, eyes closed and sporting the biggest smile on my face, all while enjoying the subtle smell of the ocean thanks to the nighttime breeze, to care about anything right now. There is a very good chance I’m a little tip….Ping!"Oh, Jesus!" I jump and mutter, hand on my chest. I clumsily pull my phone from my back pocket and unlock the screen. Now I'm smiling for a different reason.'Well, hello there, stranger. Must have been very busy for you to forget about me so easily. My night just got a little interesting, actually.’ Leo texts. I roll my eyes. 'Please. The world doesn’t revolve around you, and it's only been 24 hours. Really, why? Already found someone for tonight?' I text back, teasing him.Let’s annoy him a littl

Eva I chuckle, keeping my head down for Lena. “Oh, so Kat didn’t tell you which of my cousins are here?”“She mentioned Niko, and two others were here. Forgive me if my ex was not exactly the first thing that came to mind.” She huffs, and I know she’s rolling her eyes as she slumps down in her chair. “Hold up! You dated one of her cousins?” Lena pipes up from behind me. “Does that mean you know Eva and her family are….?” She trails off, her hand paused on the back of my head.“Are the Greek Mafia? Sure do, and yeah, I dated the current boss's younger brother. That is actually why we broke up. I didn’t want to be part of that. The only reason why we are friends is that she’s not active in that life.” Amalia rapidly explains, then pauses and sits up. “Wait a minute, how do you know about this?” She asks Lena before turning to me. “Eva, I thought you kept this a secret.”I shrug, my gaze still on the floor. “Well, Lena caught on years ago because she comes from a similar background and

Eva After watching Amalia speed off without saying anything, I just shake my head at her antics and walk to my apartment.Good luck to Angelo, that’s all I’m gonna say, and I hope that she’s in a better mood later, as I am not entirely sorry for keeping her in the dark. It’s better that way, not to mention I am entitled to keep things to myself, especially when it’s not exactly something I am particularly proud of, even though those three deserved it. Even by Mafia standards, they were bad, and I abhor traffickers, rapists and/or abusers, which is why it didn’t take much convincing for me to end them.Little did I know that one of those kills would put me on the path to meeting Matteo, and a few short months later, it was how I ended up at university in the States, which was my deal with my uncle after my last kill. What I didn’t expect was that the night I found out uncle had been ‘taken care of’ would also be the night I got, unexpectedly, pregnant. Not how I was planning on ear

Eva Lia and Angelo look at me like they're about to explode from anger, surprise, confusion, and probably so many questions they don’t know where to start, but leave it to Lia to blurt out about my virginity, making Angelo’s face twist from surprise to disgust while Matteo just smirks, completely amused.“Θεε μου, Αμαλια!” I groan, covering my eyes, mortified. (Good God, Amalia!)When I hear Matteo’s chuckling, I snap my head to him, narrowing my eyes, indicating to him to shut the hell up.“How much did you tell them?” I ask him in Italian, knowing that Angelo and Lia couldn’t understand.“You speak fucking Italian?!” Both Angelo and Lia ask, mouths open.“Oh, she has many talents. This one, along with some others, was taught by me.” Matteo answers them in English with a mischievous smirk, keeping his eyes on me.“Zip it!” I snap in English with a pointed finger, and he puts his hands up in surrender, still smirking.I know that jab was meant to make Angelo uncomfortable, not to emb

Leo I’ve spent most of the day working out, getting my stuff in order since I’m going to be gone for at least 2, maybe 3, weeks, and practicing my lines, getting myself prepared as much as possible, but it’s Saturday night, and I want to let off some steam.I shoot Angelo a text, but he doesn’t answer, so I call him. ‘What do you want, actor?’ A deep voice, full of disdain, with a heavy Italian accent, answers the phone. It takes me a second to register who it is, and I groan when I realize.Out of all Angelo’s family members, fucking Matteo is the one I can’t stand. Arrogant bastard. ‘Be nice!’ I hear a whack sound followed by a small grunt. ‘Hey, what’s up?’ Angelo says to me. ‘Cazzo! (Fuck!) What is it with people fucking hitting me tonight?’ His cousin grumbles in the background.‘Because you’re a rude fucking stronzo who doesn’t know when to shut his fucking mouth. You’re worse than Amalia.’ Angelo answers back, annoyed. "Uh, if you two need to talk about shit, I can leave