Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sold To The Mafia Heir : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 63

Isabella's POV Sinclair, Sinclair, Sinclair. The name tasted bitter sweet on my lips. The air was warm on my skin as the maid opened the window. I had tried to shake the feeling since I met with Zara at the cemetery. Some kind of familiarity lingered with the name Sinclair. It gnawed at my chest with it's claws. Whatever it is I must find out.A light tap on the door. Antonio walks in. The maid excused us. “You called for me.” his thick voice resonated with rhythm.His wet hair glisten under the light. His crisp shirt tucked in black trousers. I shifted my gaze to his face before I wet my pants. “Do you know any Sinclair?” I blurted.“Ava's name is Sinclair.”He blinked as he shifted his gaze.Hmmm. Ava Sinclair. Something is fishy.“I mean any Maria Sinclair.”“Ava's mum.”“Ava's mum?”“She died two months ago.”The grave stone I saw had 35 years on it. I tapped on my thighs. She won't have died two months ago if she died some 10 - 15 years ago. I sense foul play.“Find out about

Chapter 61Lorenzo's POV We were half way out of the private street when a car stopped in front of us.Pedro slammed the brakes. “Who is this fucking bastard?” he pulled his Glock from the glove compartment and opened the door.“What did I teach you?” He sank into his seat.I sat back and pulled out my 9mm as the door opened gently. Dark hat. Dark shades. Grey beards. Black gloves. A walking stick. Emerged from the doors of the green sedan. Who could this be?He lifted his head as smoke poured from his lips and nostrils. He walked to the side of the street.I nodded to Pedro. He gets out. Adjusts his gun. “Who are you?”“Save me the trouble and get back there and tell Lorenzo DA wants to speak to him.”What? “DA is dead.” Pedro yelled at the man whose back was still turned.“Is he?” The man turned removing his hat. “No way. You fucking traitor.” I cursed under my breath.I opened the car door. “Tell me why I shouldn't put a bullet in the middle of your head.”“Because I know Is