Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling For The Enemy Mafia King : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

I could take care of Matteo once and for all, but I just want him and his father to watch my road to success from the front row, and they can’t do that if they’re both dead. They better not get in my way, though, because I’ll be merciless if they do. Itwouldn’t be a smart move for them, but Matteo has always been reckless.Rocco dips his head and rushes out of the office. I stare through the window. The sun is about to go down behind the horizon.Sunset.The woman who shines brighter than the sun when she smiles. I shouldn’t be thinking about her at all, but here I am. What is she doing now? Where is she? Is she going to be at the club tonight?I could send someone to track her down, or I could do it myself. Follow her home. Find out all about her and satisfy my curiosity. Maybe then I would get her out of my head.But now’s not the time to get distracted. She makes me lose control in bed. But she can’t affect my life outside of Amore Bruciante. I won’t let her.I’m in a familiar car.

“A mafia boss? Yeah, I heard that before. But are you sure that’s not just a rumor?” We hear about the mafia and their wars all the time, but we’ve never had any contact with them, or at leastIhaven’t.If they were out in the open, it would be easy for the cops to catch them. Some people think that any super-rich person is inthe mafia, and maybe theydohave some similarities in the way they operate, but I doubt Gaviani is a mafia boss.Bianca shrugs. “I don’t know. I’m just telling you what I heard. I don’t want to have to move either, but you never know. People like Gaviani are shady as hell.”“I get that, but why would he want all the attention on him? If he’s a mafia boss, surely he won’t want to deal with the outrage.”The mafia has its hands in everything, but they usually do it so that most people don’t know about it or don’t realize it. Mowing down a historical neighborhood for money laundering or some other criminal activities seems a bit too much. Too flashy. Too in everyone’s

Adriano“Something weird happened,”Rocco says, his brow furrowed as he stares at his phone screen.“What?” I don’t need anythingweirdnow, whatever the fuck that means.“Um, Matteo. Some of his men slipped through somehow. They went to talk to the people we’re currently negotiating with and those we were about to contact.”“What the fuck? How did that happen? And they got there through our territory or the Ciprianis’?”“Ours.” Rocco’s face is serious.“Now that’s just fucking great! Where are they now? What did they want? Are they trying to buy too or just messing with my plan?” I expected it, especially because Matteo had already been sniffing around, but my men shouldn’t have let it happen.Matteo and Gennaro must’ve been watching my territory more carefully than everyone thought, and they somehow figured out a way to sneak around without getting seen.“Actually, they pretended to be reporters and were fishing for information.”I blink at Rocco. Pretending to be reporters, but why? I

“No.” I glare at him.“No?” His eyebrows shoot up. “Can’t you see that this is about something serious? This isn’t the time for bravery. Nothing will happen to you or your parents if you cooperate.”“What do you want?”“Your father signed a contract when he took a loan from me. It’s time to pay me back... one way or another.”“What loan?” I gape at him.“Didn’t he tell you? He was about to lose the restaurant, and maybe even this beautiful home.” Blue looks around.“You’re lying.”My dad would never go to a criminal for money. He would’ve found another solution. And there’s no way my mom and I wouldn’t even know about it.“Why don’t you call your dear old dad and ask him?”I shake my head. What if it’s true? It’s a good thing my parents are safe at my uncle’s.“Fine. I’ll track him down myself, and in the meantime... you and I are getting married.” He grins.“What?” My voice is high-pitched as my throat constricts.“When your father signed that deal, he also gave you to me as my wife.

Chiara I can’t breathe—it’s the first thought that flashes through my head as soon as I open my eyes. Panic grips my insides as I try to sit up, but my wrist is cuffed to something. My heart keeps pounding in my chest as I take in the room around me. I’m in someone’s bedroom. The bed is big and strangely comfortable, and the sheets under me are dark green and soft. Is this Adriano’s room? But why would he take me to his room? It makes no sense, but nothing does anymore. Someone’s definitely been using this room because the closet door is slightly ajar, and I can see some clothes in there. A jacket is draped over a chair. It looks like Adriano’s. The drawer of the nightstand is cracked open too, and there’s something colorful inside. Like wrappers? I’m lucky my other hand is free, so I move to pull the drawer open. Condoms. Those wrappers are condoms. Oh hell. I shut the drawer and lie back down on the bed. Oh hell, no. I’m his wife now, but I thought that was just... I don’t kno