บททั้งหมดของ Sold To The Mafia Heir : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

“Hey, Lorenzo” Alfalfa called out as he pulled me in for a hug, “I am so sorry for your loss,” he whispered in my ears.His breath smelled of bourbon and whiskey. A fine taste for a fine man. His coat of cigar. His grey hair was slicked down and he had on a pair of dark glasses. And in his hands an unlit cigar.“Thank you Alfalfa. You didn't have to come all the way.”“We are family and allies. We don't abandon each other in the time of loss.” He said pulling out his cigar and his assistant lit it for him. He patted my back as we walked towards the table and chair in the middle of the orchards. He leaned on his golden stick. He has had some good days.“Thank you.”Alfalfa stood by me in the death of my father and now in the death of my brother. He defended my family from the De Lucas. With him by my side, Isabella could not hold on to all of my father's properties.He and my father had planned this building and planted the orchard together. Alfalfa is a renown architect and busines

What could be on the pdf? Why was it passworded? Who was he hiding it from?I was on the tread mill. When Elena brought me my shake.“How did you sleep last night?” I asked Elena almost out of breath.“Very well, sir” she said forcing a smile before breaking into tears.I stopped the tread mill and hugged Elena. My arms wrapped around her frail figure and her lemon perfume filled my nose. She made me fall in love with lemonade. Her peppered hair and nose ring shone brightly.“shhhhhhhh, it's okay.”“He used to bring me the best fruits from his travels.”No one told her he got them from the local market. Just one time, Julio brought her a fruit from his travels.“I will miss him too.”“I miss him so much.”I stroked her peppered hair. She nodded and looked up at me. “Thank you. You are a fine man sir.”I smiled at her.“Let me get you a fresh towel” she gestured to the one over my shoulders.“Thank you, Elena.”I know she is hurt because the last time my brother was here. We had a fig

That's assuring. Although I still fear what could happen tomorrow. I need to do something about it.My phone rang beside me.I double clicked my head phone“We have a problem, sir.”“What is it?”“Enzo was sighted at the meeting point of Phillipe and the Sinclair brothers.”My phone vibrated in my hands as I clicked on the photos and listened to their conversation.“Enzo.”Fucking bastard.“We have an issue.” Pedro's voice rang in my ear.“We lost the signal on Ernesto.”Fucking snake.“What do you mean you lost signal on Ernesto?”I dropped the call and punched my phone keypad to call an assassin, but then my phone rang and Salvo was calling me.What a coincidence. I took a deep breath. I put off my ear piece and asked Ava to leave the room and picked up the call.“Lorenzo.”“Salvo.”“How are things over there?”“The funeral is tomorrow. Isabella made the arrangements.”I heard him take a deep breath.“Si.”“I would place a flower in your honor.”“You know you don't have to go.”Sal

“Oh my God.” I gasped with my hands over my mouth as my hair stood.How is this possible?The air suddenly became cold. Lorenzo curled his hands into a fist and punched the bed.His glared at the wall in front of him.“I would like to be alone.”This man. What he said. Does it mean something?I twisted the knob of the door and stepped out of the room.Dr. Andre. I swallowed hard. My fingers curled into fist by my sides as I made my way to my room.My stomach turned at the thought of going to the funeral tomorrow.Something loomed around me.Why did he mention her name?What if this is a sign not to go to the funeral?The door of the house slammed.I ran to the window of my room and looked through the curtains. I saw Lorenzo disappear into the darkness.My heart beat tripled. My body was covered in cold sweat.I returned to my bed and slid under the covers. Shut my eyes.Suddenly I saw a blur silhouette of a woman“Remember.” her voice was soft and eerie.I looked around me.The grou

Why did she leave without answering my questions?Why did she leave without goodbye?A light tap on my door brought me out of my thoughts as I stood by the window sill looking into the empty space before me.“I heard what happened to your mom. I am sorry.”“You don't have to be.” I turned to look at him. “You've been so kind.”The floor boards creaked under his feet as he made his way to sit by the vanity. His shoulders dropped as he let out a heavy breath.“How was the funeral?” His lips twisted into a crooked smile. “It was okay.”I can only imagine what is going on in his head.I took a sharp breath. “They moved her to a morgue. I need to see her.”“Yeah you can.”“Thank you.”“The driver is pulling up at the front.”I grabbed my purse and slid on my sandals. I turned to look at Lorenzo who was getting up from where he sat. He looked nothing like I saw earlier. He was cold. Distant. “Anything else.”“Nothing else.” I blinked repeatedly and shut the door.The car pulled up at t