บททั้งหมดของ Mafia Ruthless 2: Luciano's Forbidden Desire: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Chapter 40 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* “Liz?” Gemma calls me again, her eyes raking over me, and mine does the same. She looks perfectly dressed, suitable for the role of the perfect daughter. Her black curls fall over her shoulder in an alluring way. Lips curved into a smile that falters the moment her eyes land on me. Not just me—my dress, my bare arms, my exposed collarbones, and the fabric clinging in places where it had no right to cling. Her gaze flicks from me to him, as if waiting for answers. There's silence for a very long while, and my heart slams violently against my chest. “What are you doing here?” she asks, confusion written all over her face. Words rush to my tongue but there's no way to make sense of them. I know I look guilty right now. I am guilty. And I feel suddenly small, exposed in a way that has nothing to do with the dress. “I…” my voice shaky, then I stop. Taking a deep inhale, I try again. “I didn't expect to see you.” Her brows knit together.

Chapter 42 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• You don't ignore summons from the Don. You don't delay, neither do you ask questions on why you've been called. You just go. Which is exactly what am doing. The guards recognize my car before the gate sensors finish scanning it, resulting in the iron gates opening without hesitation. I step inside with my weapon holstered but ready—just incase. The house smells like someone's been smoking for a while with a mixture of something faintly sweet, definitely his wife's doing. She tries to soften the place—emphasis on ‘tries.’ But the thing is you can't really tame a monster all the time now, can you? Alessandro is already waiting. In fact seated, and regarding me in a way that we do before we execute traitors. “What's the most important thing in our world, Luciano?” he asks without greeting. His voice is surprisingly calm, and that's worse than shouting. Because now I can't tell if he's angry or well… about to kill me. Although I kn

Chapter 44 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* “I can't believe I'm saying this, but you have to go to that party,” Mother Roselyn finally drops the bombshell she's been wanting to say since she called me into her office. I don't say anything for a moment longer than a minute. I am still trying to process the entire concept. Myself at Luciano’s Party? If I'm guessing correctly, Gemma would be there too. I really don't think I want to see them both together. I don't. It doesn't matter what the party is for, I really just want to stay away from him. And now, Mother Roselyn who had me in a basement for two days because of a hickey she saw on my neck suddenly wants me to go a party where the theme doesn't include the Lord's Prayer and Holy Communion. Giving my head the smallest shake, I narrow my eyes at her, “I can't, Mother.” Her nose scrunches up, and she looks taken aback that I would even dare to refuse her. “What do you mean you can't?” I contemplate on telling her the real re

Chapter 46 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• I fucking tried to stay focused and actually have a conversation with Gemma, my supposed soon-to-be wife, but it didn't turn out as great as I wanted it to be. There's nothing to hold on to when it comes to her, there's nothing that fucking attracts me to this woman. I've tried… tried for Alessandro, but I'm losing it slowly. The truth is, I'm not actually going to marry her. No one from her family knows about this, especially Elizabeth. It'll ruin things if they found out. Her father has what we want. And even with the bloody traitor rotting six feet under, he's still making things extremely hard for us. The only way to get rid of the documents Stefano Bianchi has against us is by offering a marriage alliance. One that seems like it's about to pull the families together. When all we actually want to do is steal right from under their noses. Once I have the documents I am looking for… once I find out where Bianchi hid it, then I'm endi

Chapter 48 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* A hand closes around my throat. Not rough at first, fingers digging just enough to warn me. An unfamiliar feeling crashes onto me, it dawns on me that I have no idea who this person is. Could it be the man from earlier? I gasp, clawing at the arm as I'm yanked backward, dragged away from the screaming mass. My feet skid uselessly across the floor as the pressure tightens. My breath coming out in strangled sobs. “Quiet,” a voice hisses into my ear. I'm trying to recall if I've heard the voice before, but even I know that I really haven't. This is a total stranger. My vision blurs in the darkness as I struggle to see who my attacker is. I kick wildly, my heel connecting with something solid, it earns me a grunt but his grip doesn't loosen. Instead, I'm hauled against a hard chest, a forearm locking beneath my chin. “You're really starting to get on my nerves,” the man growls out angrily, his fingers digging into my skin so intensely I