All Chapters of Mafia Lords: On Knees Begging For Her Forgiveness : Chapter 141 - Chapter 147

"Wait!" Luca said before anyone could bend down to see the phone ringing under the table.He gestured to one of his men. "Come and get my phone from beneath the table. It must have slipped from my pocket."Everyone knew that Il Don, or any mafia boss, could not turn his back to anyone without protection-even if they were allies. Trust was a currency no one spent freely in this world, not even at a negotiation table lined with smiles.When one of the guards moved according to Luca's gesture and got on his knees to pull out the phone, he was shocked to see me.His first reaction was to point at me, thinking I was some spy. But I whispered, "No... it's me, Mila."His eyes widened. "Miss Mila?" he whispered, disbelief written across his face.I smiled sheepishly, pressing a finger to my lips."Hey, man?" Luca said, his tone deceptively casual. "What happened to you? Did you find the phone?"The guard scrambled out from beneath the table, clearing his throat. "Yes, boss." He set it down. "

Mila"What price... are you willing to pay?"The question sounded simple, but I knew Luca well enough to know what lay beneath it."What do you want in exchange?" I asked.He sized me up and down, his gaze setting my body on fire."I don't know..." he said. "What do you have to offer?"My throat went dry. I licked my lips.He traced my lower lip with his thumb."Do you have anything to offer besides your body? Because, genuinely, I'm not interested.""If you don't want to help..." I stammered.He raised a brow."...Yeah? What would you do?"I wished I could punch that provoking smirk off his face.But I knew I had crossed a line before, and now I had to endure this."I'm here not because I'm Mila," I started, trying to sound convincing and professional. "I'm here as the Russetti heiress. And all I want is to rebuild my family. And you, as Il Don..."I hesitated, unable to read his expression."...As Il Don of Cosa Nostra, you're the only one who can help my family-as one of the famili

Everything went smoothly. No one suspected anything.But then, I faced a problem I hadn't thought of before."I'm not staying with you in the same suite," I hissed, crossing my arms over my chest. "Over my dead body.""It's not like you have a choice, Mila," Luca hissed back.The hotel staff looked at us with hesitant smiles on their faces."I'm not letting you take a suite away from me." He grabbed my arm. "We are in Russia. Do you know what the fck that means? We're out of our territory, out of our power... I can't trust them enough to leave you alone."I tried to pull my arm free."We're not even sure whether your mother has fcked things up here too or not. I agreed to come to protect your family's reputation, so at least listen to what I'm saying."I knew he was arguing with me only for appearances. I also knew I had no choice. If he had to, he would force me."Fine," I said.Once he released my hand, I headed inside the suite, while he followed behind with the hotel staff carryin

I mustered all the strength I had and pushed the door open.The two people inside the room were so consumed by their passion that they didn't even notice me opening the door and stepping inside.My eyes widened, and I couldn't hold back a loud gasp as I recognized them.Marco and Irina.They were in bed. Together.They didn't notice my presence even though I was standing right in the middle of the room."Marco..." My voice came out as little more than a whisper.He was just writing our death sentence.He was sleeping with Princess Malakhov—the very woman we had come here to attend the official engagement party for. The woman who was about to marry a Bratva prince.They both froze.Marco was the first to regain his composure. He quickly pulled the blanket over both of them.Irina gasped. "О Боже мой." Oh my God.I slowly shook my head. They were dragging both our families into a bloody war."Mila," Marco said, trying to pull on his trousers beneath the blanket."You doomed us, Marco,"