Seducing The Mafia Lord's Stepbrother 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 71 - 챕터 80

ENZO'S POV  As I dialed the number, I turned on my speaker.  “It's ringing.” We both confirmed.  And so we waited, hoping it'll go through.  It did, halfway, by ringing. Things can only be complete when the call is taken. When?  “Hello, there. This is Rose.”  “Ah, hello, Rose. Almost thought it was the wrong number you gave to me.”  “Huh?” She sounded confused. “Who is this?”  “Enzo Marino. Remember? The man from the shopping mall. We met there last week Saturday. I would have called you before now but I have been so busy with work.”  “Ohhh. Mr. Marino—” She cried from her end. “Took you long enough to reach out to me. Almost thought I lost you, babe.”&

AMY'S POV The first thing I heard when I woke up was the beeping sound from my phone.  Who could be calling me at this time?  I sprouted up, picked my device up and looked at my screen. “Enzo?” What the fuck? My gaze stopped at the wall clock hanging on the other end and I confirmed the time. “Why the fuck?” In a rush, I hurried to the bathroom to pee. After which I rushed back into the space.  But now, the call ended.  What next?  Wasn't it too early to wake Antonio who may be sleeping? It was only seven o'clock. Too early. Right about the time I used to wake when I was sold to Antonio. “Shit. Shit.” Which one do I do?  I walked around, pacing with thoughts.  Then I thought to myself, go to Antonio's room.  In a moment, I

AMY'S POV As soon as I finished eating, I hurried down the stairs - hoping Antonio at least, had time. Time to spare. “Is Antonio still home?” “Yes, ma'am.” One of the workers answered. “He's in his office as we speak, ma'am.” Office? Why did he spend all day there? I looked to my right and left, recalling what happened in the office where he was. Did I want to be there a second time? I asked myself, realizing at the same time that I had to be there. There was nothing I could do about it - this was more than important as I knew. “Ma'am?” “Yes?” I snapped out of my thoughts, caught up with the door of a room and nodded. “I'll be there on my own. I know the way.” I explained and was on my way out of her sight, my phone in my hand. What do I tell the man now? “Antonio?” “Yes? Come on in.” I pushed the door open and walked in. Of all the people I expected to meet there, not Madame Loretta. She was seated across him, the smile on her face told me she was up to something. Maybe

ENZO POVAll I was waiting for, was for her to speak. I wanted to hear her say she hates my brother. But the woman hesitated and I wondered why. Was she playing with me? “I don't hate everything that comes with dating Antonio Moretti, Enzo—” She mouthed as she adjusted. “I hate him in person.” She continued and it made me feel very much better. Finally, a woman I could trust with all my life - but not yet. Just not yet as we needed to take it slow. At first. “So what don't you hate about him?” “That's a good question.” The woman laughed. “I don't hate his money, that beautiful house and the many things that comes with him.” Ah. I chuckled. I should have known that was what she would say. Women - their undying love for money was something I could never explain. “Right.” I let out and relaxed my back on the couch. “Call me a liar if I said I didn't understand where you were coming from. I would love his pockets too if I were you - but they didn't do much, do they? Not as mine w

ENZO POV Silvio sat across from me, tapping his feet. This meeting was scheduled to happen an hour ago, but somehow it was delayed. What took these men so long? Just one person. Only one was the one we waited for. Frank. “When last did any of you hear from Frank?” I broke the silence and looked up. “When was the last time you heard from his stupid ass?” These men looked up at me, thinking. “Yesterday. At the warehouse, boss.” One of them answered and there was me who nodded. Even though the man wasn't at the meeting yet, being at the warehouse sounded like a good thing. It sounded like he was on our side. “He's here—” Another voice announced. I looked to the side. Silvio was the one - looking down the window with a satisfied look on his face. “The meeting can finally begin.” He rushed back and took a seat, looked at me, and let out. “We need to talk alone when it's over, boss.” How did he read my mind? We had a lot to talk about, of course. “Yes, Silvio. When this meeting