All Chapters of 280 Days With The Mafia King: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Mariella’s POV“ — One wrong move, and I'll have your entire family wiped out.”“Pfft. Joke's on you, old man,” I laughed. “I don't even have a family.”“I don't mean your father, Mariella. That is your name, right? I did my research on you, your past, and all. I know a lot more about you than you probably know about yourself.” He smirked. I clenched my fists in anger, glaring at him. I hated the way he looked at me like I was supposed to be pitied. I suddenly felt Jose's hand rest gently on mine. “Don't let him get to you,” he said, and then turned to the screen. “Hey, Moreni, I think you've got things a little twisted here. The Morenis have ALWAYS been second to the De Lucas, and that hasn't changed, nor will it ever change. All this drama you're pulling off is a waste of time. We both know the outcome.”“You talk big just like your brother, who, by the way, has received more beatings in the past one hour than most people will receive their entire lives. He doesn't seem so talkati

Mariella’s POVA loud ringing sound filled my ears as I fired the shot. I felt some pain in my shoulder from the recoil of the shot, and I didn't see where the bullet hit as my vision blurred. I tried moving to the wall to support myself and felt like I was about to pass out due to the heavy migraine I was feeling. Struggling to stand and leaning against the wall, I saw Vincenzo stagger. His pistol clattered to the ice, sliding toward the drain in the center of the floor. Did I get him? I wondered as I tried to focus my blurry vision enough to see what was really happening. While I was attempting to make sense of the situation, I heard Jose's voice. “Get down!” He roared, and immediately the room erupted. Muffled pops of suppressed gunfire filled the frozen air as Dante and Jose engaged in the darkness outside the freezer. I didn't look at them nor care about the gunfire. My world had shrunk to the meat hooks with Luciano hanging from it.Mustering some strength, I stumbled forward

Mariella’s POV“Tell him to come in,” I said, but then changed my mind at the last second. “No wait!” Luciano looked surprised. “What's the matter?” He asked. I couldn't answer immediately because I was a bit confused. I had wished to kill the man who killed my father ever since I was sent that letter. I had prayed multiple times that God wouldn't let my anger get the better of me, yet I ran away from the convent. After doing all that, going against the very principles I held dearly to get to this place, why was I having second-guesses? For some reason, I almost didn't believe this was happening.A strange feeling washed over me as I realized that the moment I enact my revenge on Dante and avenge my late father, there'd be no reason to be with De Lucas. Not because I couldn't stay with them, but because I had made a vow to God, when I escaped, to return to the convent once justice was served. Now here it was. The very moment I'd been waiting for. Yet I was scared, not scared to ruin

Mariella’s POVA couple of days later, I was discharged from the hospital. I was told to try to get as much rest as possible, something that had become somewhat of a cliche at this point. The men helped me pack my things, and Dante drove me back to the mansion. Even though it hadn't been that long since I was away from the mansion, it felt like months had passed. It made sense, though. With the kind of stuff I had been through in the past couple of days, it might as well have been months since I was away. I got into the mansion, and surprisingly, things weren't all that different from the way they always were. However, the atmosphere was gloomy, really gloomy. I suspected it was because of the death of Marcello, as well as what happened to Luciano. As Dante escorted me up to my room, I could notice the eyes and furtive glances here and there. Of course, news of what he had done had spread, and everyone probably felt wary around him, or perhaps they thought it was unfair that he didn'

Mariella’s POVI could feel the tension between Jose and Nun Charlotte. The smell of her lantern's oil mixed with the damp, earthy smell of the place only made the tension feel worse. Jose glared at her with enough intensity to scare the shit out of anyone. But Mother Superior didn't move an inch. She stared back at Jose with the same regal demeanor she always had.“And who are you, young man?” She asked. “None of your fucking business,” he responded. “All I know is she's not apologizing to you.” Nun Charlotte looked at me, her eyes full of disgust and disappointment. “So you left the sanctuary of the Lord to dwell with…” She paused, scanning Jose from head to toe with a condescending gaze. “... hoodlums?”“I'd watch my mouth if I were you,” Jose growled, his voice dropping into that dangerous, low register he had when he was seconds away from drawing his gun.“Oh, is that a threat?” Mother Superior asked with an amused smirk.“I'll advise you to take it as one before you finally en