Semua Bab 280 Days With The Mafia King: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Luciano’s POVSitting behind the desk in my study, I stared at the amber liquid in my glass, watching the way the light of the chimney fire caught the condensation in the drink. I could still feel some pain in my body from the altercation with Vincenzo at the warehouse. But that was the least of my problems, to be honest. I was more worried about Mariella and angry at myself that I couldn't get myself to stop thinking about her, no matter how much I tried. We hadn't spoken since our fight at the hospital. We hadn't even seen each other. I had left the hospital days before she was discharged. And since she returned to this mansion earlier today, I hadn't set my eyes on her. I planned on doing so, though. I thought about our argument for a while and concluded that maybe I was somewhat insensitive to her feelings and beliefs. We needed to talk. A proper conversation would settle it.At least that was what I thought when I went to her room earlier tonight. I was surprised to meet an empty

Mariella’s POV After what happened at the refectory, every day I spent in the convent became more unbearable than the last. The nuns didn't whisper as much as they used to in the past ( though I couldn't tell if they did so behind my back). But for some reason, I felt like I had more judgmental eyes on me now than ever before. I sat in the general study, trying to read the Bible, when I heard a knock on the door. “Donna Mariella,” a voice called. I was really sick of this and didn't want to answer. But knowing how these men were, if I ignored him, he would pull the door down to tell me whatever it was he wanted to and have a new door installed immediately. So sparing myself the trouble, I stood up and walked over to the door. I could see the other nuns in the study, staring at me. “What do you want?” I answered, opening the door. It was one of the men. He was holding a small cooler. “Good afternoon, Donna Mariella,” he greeted, bowing his head. “The Boss sends his regards and your

Mariella's POVThere was a massive storm outside. Bright lightning bolts and deafening thunder rattled the stained glass windows of the chapel, making the figures of the saints dance weirdly in the flickering candlelight. I was alone in the chapel now, and had been alone for almost an hour. I heard the bells for lights out and then looked out the window. I hadn't even realized how late it was. Saying my final prayers for the day, I stood up and left for my room.Getting to my room, I couldn't stop thinking about Luciano and what he told me. I looked at my bed and saw the book Luciano spoke about. It was a small, brown leather-bound book. I immediately opened the book and saw my father's beautiful handwriting. It looked like a letter, but I couldn't quite read it as the room was pretty dark. So I turned on a candle and sat on my bed to read it. “To my sweet little girl,” it started. The ink was somewhat faded, but the writing was still sharp enough to read. “If you've searched for me,

Mariella’s POVPeace is a strange thing.You don’t notice it at first. Not when you’ve spent years living in chaos. When the gunfire finally stops, and the judgment fades, and the scars from a horrible past finally heal… your mind still waits for the next explosion. The next ill luck.Even when there isn’t one.Five years.It had been five whole years since the night the convent burned with gunfire and thunder, and the twins decided they didn’t care if the world was ending; they were coming out anyway.Five years since Luciano held my hand in the back of an armored SUV while I screamed my lungs out and Mother Superior barked instructions like a battlefield medic.Five years since the De Luca empire almost collapsed.And somehow…We survived.The garden behind the mansion stretched wide and green under the afternoon sun, roses climbing the old stone walls in thick red vines. A fountain murmured softly in the center, its water catching the light like scattered diamonds.Peaceful.Almost

Mariella’s POVFive years ago, I didn’t even know how to hold a gun properly. And now, I was slowly getting used to what it felt like running a criminal empire. Once a nun and now a Donna…Life really was full of surprises. The De Luca mansion had always felt too big for me. Even now, after all these years, it still did. Endless hallways, tall ceilings, marble floors that echoed with every step. It was the kind of house that made you feel small if you let it.But the twins had changed that. Maybe it's just me, but kids had a way of filling spaces adults couldn't, probably due to all the ruckus they caused. And speaking of ruckus, right now the main hallway sounded like a battlefield.“RETREAT!”“NEVER!”I leaned against the doorway of the sitting room, arms folded, watching the chaos unfold.Antonio stood in the middle of the hallway, gripping his wooden sword like a warrior defending his fortress. And Elena stood across from him, holding a stuffed rabbit like it was a royal hostage