Todos los capítulos de 280 Days With The Mafia King: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Luciano’s POVAbout half an hour later, we arrived at one of my safe houses in the city. It wasn't a mansion or anything like that. Just an apartment seated on top of a hair salon. Mariella and I got out of the car at about the same time Jose's SUV pulled over beside our car. He got out, too. “I'm glad you made it,” I said to him as he shut the door. “Where are the others?” I asked. “Sent them home,” Jose responded as four guards emerged from the SUV. “I figured if a bunch of SUVs lined up here, we'd basically be announcing that we're here.” It did make a lot of sense. “Alright. And Dante?” I asked. “Probably coming back from dumping Sophia at the station.”I nodded, and we went in. As soon as we got in, I told Mariella to go and get changed in the room. She was soaking wet. We all were. She didn't argue and went into the master bedroom.I took off my suit and shirt, looking out through a sliver in the blinds, at the rain still pouring over the city. Then I turned to Jose. “I

Luciano’s POVMariella and I hurried through the lobby of Piers Lounge Hotel. The five-star lobby was decked in marble, and the way the gold-leaf ceiling caught the light would have caught my eye on a regular day. But tonight was far from regular. Mariella walked beside me, her arm linked in mine. To the concierge, we were just another wealthy couple returning from a late-night gala exhausted but classy. We had to act cool as cool as could be rational under our circumstances, because that last thing we wanted was to draw attention to ourselves. There could be enemies on the prowl, looking everywhere for us.My heart rammed against my chest at the thought of Antonio and Elena being in danger. I'd been so wrapped up in my reunion with Mariella that I forgot to ask about the kids. “There are cameras in the right corner of the ceiling and to the left,” I whispered. “Don't look at any of them. We don't know who we're dealing with. But something tells me it's not just some criminal organi

Luciano’s POVBy about six in the morning, we arrived in London. It was raining hard when we got here, and we pulled over into a dark alleyway behind a brewery. Judging by the buildings here, we were in Whitechapel. We sat quietly in the car, the only sound around us being the sound of the rain pouring over the city. I took out my phone, and Mariella, seated in the back seat with the kids, stared at me, confused. I could see her expression from the rear-view mirror. “What is it?” I asked, not taking my eyes off my phone. “What is it? You suddenly stopped us in this random place, and you're asking me what it is?” She responded. “You do realize we're under attack, right?” I asked.“We're under attack, Papa?” Antonio asked. Shit. I forgot the kids were here. “No, buddy. Your mom and I are just discussing something.” I said, looking back at him with a smile. I looked at Elena, and she was locked in on her iPad with earbuds in her ears. “Come on, buddy. Go watch cartoons with your sis

Marcello’s POV – London, 1994 (Flashback)It was a cold, rainy Sunday night, even though ‘rainy’ barely does justice to the freaking monsoon that was pouring over the city. Today was especially horrible for me. I'd accidentally run into the Calabrians at the old market. And now, they were hot on my tail.“Outta my way!” I shoved some guy aside as I ran through the streets, my heart beating frantically. My eyes darted around for where to hide as I heard their footsteps and voices fast approaching. Then I spotted the church — St. Jude's Cathedral. It had been there for years, and I had never once set foot inside. I guess there truly was a first time for everything. I pushed the doors open and walked in, closing them behind me. By the time I got in, I was exhausted, drenched, and panting like I had run a marathon. My silk tie was ruined, soaked by the rain and blood from the cut on my chest. Today certainly wasn't the best of days. The Calabrians had been waiting for me near the old ma

Luciano’s POVThat night, Jose and I made our way to St. Jude's chapel. Neither of us had ever come here before. In fact, I was so unaware of this place that when Lorenzo said St. Jude, I assumed he was talking about the convent where Mariella grew up. We chose to come here at night so we could reduce the chances of being followed. As we walked through the chapel doors, gently closing them behind us, I turned on my flashlight to take a look around. Judging by how dark and lonely the place was, it was fair to assume there was no one home. “Keep an eye out for any suspicious movement,” I whispered to Jose. “And don't hesitate to kill anyone that might be a government agent or a Maggadino.”“You don't gotta tell me twice,” he responded, cocking his suppressed pistol. “You remember the song, right?” “Yeah, I've got it written here,” I said, bringing out the crumpled tissue from my pocket. I took a look at it and tried humming it in my head, then something struck me. I didn't know if I