Semua Bab Mafia Lords: On Knees Begging For Her Forgiveness : Bab 21 - Bab 30

“The Enforcer of the Ricci family sent this.”I looked up at Ricardo, who threw a file onto my desk with a hardened expression. Raising an eyebrow, I opened it to find photos. My hand tightened around the photos, and my jaw clenched. The photos were of Mila and Angelo on their trip around the city. My heart skipped a beat. An X had been marked over Mila's photo in red ink with the words: “The wh0re’s daughter.” While on Angelo's side of the photo, was written: “Belongs to Ricchi’.”I swept everything on my desk with my arm, sending it crushing on the ground. “Where’s Marco and his fcking guards? How did the fcking Ricci men get so close and photograph them?” I growled as I rushed out of the office door, seeing red, and feeling the right vein of my neck tighten and pulsing. “I couldn't reach him, but Julio and three guards are with Ms. Rossetti and her son,” Ricardo said, walking beside me.“Useless. I’m going there. You stay here and try to contact Marco. I want to know how the fck

“Morning, Mommy,” Angelo shouted happily as he climbed onto the bed after using the bathroom.I messed with his hair, turned him onto his stomach, and started tickling him. He giggled loudly and screamed, “Stop, Mommy! Please, stop!”“No, you didn't give me a morning kiss; so this is your punishment,” I said, laughing.“Okay, okay!I’ll kiss you, Mommy. Just stop please!” he begged, his eyes brimming with laughing tears.I stood up and said, “Okay, little buddy, let's get you a shower and then go have breakfast.”“Mommy, I miss my kindergarten. When can I go back to see my friends?” Angelo asked as I lathered shampoo into his hair.I sighed. “I’m not sure, darling. I’ll look for a good kindergarten here. What do you think?” I asked in an upbeat voice, though my heart was aching for him.“But I miss my friends, Rino and Zoey,” he said, his voice a little sad.I wrapped the towel around him and said, “We’ll video call them, and you can talk to them as much as you want. What do you think?

I turned my back to her and pretended to put the dumbbells back in their place. I needed to keep my hands busy and my eyes away from her.“Why?” I asked. Soft fingers wrapped around my hand, and the scent of jasmine overwhelmed my senses as she bent down, her voice soft yet filled with concern. “What happened to your hand?”I turned my face toward her, our breaths just inches apart, and muttered, “Small accident during training.”“Do you have a first aid kit here?” she asked, scanning the hall with her beautiful eyes, framed by long, thick eyelashes. Without waiting for my reply, she headed straight to the wardrobe in the left corner, next to the bathroom doors.She asked, her gaze fixed on the broken window, “Did you hit that window?” “I don't have much time, Mila. Speak what you want quickly,” I urged her with a sharp tone. She stiffened but began tending to my scratched hand. Her long fingers were so soft and delicate, and seemed fragile compared with my rough ones.I sneered. Fo

“Don’t worry, I’ve taken care of everything. This is your new home. You’ll be staying here until the wedding,” Marco said as we stepped into the apartment.The place was stunning, offering a breathtaking overview of the city from the fortieth floor. The floor-to-ceiling windows allowed the natural light to flood in, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.The simple yet elegant furniture, the modern kitchen, and the spacious balcony with a large swimming pool all made the place feel incredibly comfortable, but …I sighed. “Thank you, Marco. I just hope I didn't make you confront Il Don and Papa for our sake,” I asked, watching Angelo run around in a Batman costume.He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, then rested his hands on my shoulders and reassured me, “As I said, don't worry. I’ve already taken care of everything.”I turned around, placed my purse on the counter, and asked, “Do you want some coffee? Espresso? I'm not sure if there's any here,” I added, starting to search thr

RicardoMy phone buzzed several times while I was in the middle of a meeting with the mayor in my office at Sottosopra nightclub.“We need your family’s help. The increasing rate of kidnapping is starting to sway the public opinion,” said the mayor, his expression dark. It seemed he had been going through a rough time recently.Some organ trafficking was causing real chaos, and it seemed the state couldn't find a way to stop them. People started talking, and the government decided it was time to take matters illegally and under the table to stop them.I leaned back in my chair, tapping my fingers on the table as I fixed my gaze on his face. Tension and anxiety were written all over his face. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.My phone buzzed again. Mother really became stubborn sometimes. I picked up the call, and her voice came through sharp and urgent as she snapped, “Come home now! Your brothers are going to kill each other.” Then she hung up.“Continue the meeting ahead wit