All Chapters of Falling For The Enemy Mafia King : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“I... um, I need to go to the bathroom,” I say, my voice shaky. If I keep lying here, tied up like this, after what’s just happened, I’m going to lose it and burst into tears. And I don’t want Adriano to have the pleasure of seeing me fall apart. This was probably my best and only attempt at freedom that I was going to get, and I failed. My body still reacting to him... It’s too much. “Want to try to kill me again so soon?” The corners of his mouth lift up. “No... I... I really need to go.” It’s not even a lie. Now that I think of it, I really feel like I have to pee. “Okay, but no stupid moves, or I’ll just throw you in the basement and my men will watch over you. And I assure you, you don’t want that. Actually, killing me is a terrible idea because I’m the only one keeping you safe. Others, who are just outside, wouldn’t be this good to you, and I’m only this nice to you because you and I had a really great time at Amore Bruciante.” I hate him. I hate him for reminding me of t

“Don’t be afraid,” the man whispers to Chiara loud enough for me to hear him. “I’m here to help you. Don’t make a sound.”I recognize his voice. He’s one of my guards. Domenico. What the fuck does he think he’s doing? I could kill him. He doesn’t even realize I’m standing right behind him. But if I put a bullet in him, then I won’t find out why he’s here.Is it just for Chiara? Is he actually a twisted and sick fuck who wants to trick Chiara into thinking he’s a good guy and do who knows what to her? Or is he a mole? Working for someone else? Did someone bribe him? Threaten him? Everyone near me is carefully vetted. Did he slip through the cracks or did something else happen to change where his loyalties lie?I should’ve left the drapes over the windows. Another mistake. Now there’s enough light coming from outside, so I can see Chiara’s eyes when they look at me. Domenico sees it too. Fuck.He spins around, lunging at me. I jump aside, slamming my hand against the light switch. The l

“That’s what delusional people tell themselves, but no, it’s not true. Everything has always been about money and always will be.”I furrow my brow. “Is this your home?”“Yes, why?”“What if someone wanted to chase you out of here? What if they destroyed everything?”He shrugs. “I’d move somewhere else.”“Isn’t there anything you like about this place? Really like?”He tilts his head as if he’s thinking hard about it. “Good location. Far enough away from the cops. Nice layout. Mostly soundproof. But I can get that somewhere else too for the right price.”“No, I mean something personal. Do you watch the sunrise every morning? Or is there anything special about this building that you just can’t get anywhere else? Maybe your parents spent their days here, or gotten married, or—”He shakes his head. “I couldn’t care less about things like that.”“And people you care about? Are they all here? Your friends? Or you don’t have any?”“Care about?” He laughs. “Caring about anyone or anything wi

I clap him on the shoulder. My plan will work. I just know it.My phone screenshows the direct feed from the camera in my room, but I’m driving, so I have to keep my eyes off Chiara. Nothing’s happening anyway. Rocco is keeping watch, and she can’t go anywhere while she’s cuffed to the bed.Her parents are in the basement of my safe house, and I’m on my way there. Some things are better done in person, and I want Paradossi to finally meet me.As I pass next to a pizzeria, I see a man with two young boys at one of the tables. It reminds me of my life with Gennaro. Heused to take Matteo and me for pizza when he was pleased with us or for our birthdays.Once, he even gave me a gun for my birthday, which was the first and only gift I’d ever gotten. When we were all together at a pizzeria, we had a good time. Gennaro would even be smiling, laughing, and joking.For an hour or so, we seemed like a normal family. Maybe the kind of seemingly perfect family that Chiara would like to see. It wa

Adriano rolls his eyes. “He’s not my brother. Well, he technically is, because his father adopted me.”I furrow my brow. “So that’s why that guy said you weren’t a real Gaviani.”“I still have their last name, so I am. If they wanted it back, they could’ve come and told me so. But they haven’t. I haven’t spoken to them since that night.”My mouth falls open. “Wait, you’re saying your adoptive family hasn’t spoken to you since you were arrested?”He nods.“But...” I don’t even know what to say.It’s incomprehensible to me.“I turned eighteen in there anyway, so I didn’t need anyone anymore.”The way he says it... as if it makes the whole thing better.“Your family abandoned you just because of that?” I’ve never done anything stupid like that, but there’s no way my parents would’ve abandoned me. “They didn’t even visit you to hear your side of the story? And your brother didn’t feel guilty?”Hell, I’m pretty sure I read stories in the news about the mafia breaking their members out of p