Semua Bab 280 Days With The Mafia King: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Mariella’s POVEver since breakfast yesterday, I hadn't really been myself. The fact that the Commission suspected that Luciano and I were cousins scared the shit out of me. I strolled around the house, wondering what would happen next. With the recent chain of events, I couldn't really tell what the future held. I couldn't even tell what today held. Walking around the house made me feel uncomfortable. Especially because I had gotten so accustomed to this way of life that I feared losing it. The thought of letting go of the peaceful and happy life I'd built here scared the shit out of me.While strolling, I walked into the west living room and right into a private meeting. Luciano stood near the window, speaking in a low voice with two of the Commission heads. He didn't turn when I entered, though he knew I was there. The conversation didn't stop. It continued as if I wasn't there, which was new. Normally, they would stop once I entered. Or at least, try to be more discreet in their

Mariella’s POVI stood on the balcony, staring aimlessly into the golden red evening sky. I had gone through my fair share of ups and downs in the course of my life. And despite seeing a lot more bad days than good, I felt happy most of the time. Happy when I remembered my dad. We didn't spend much time together, but the little time we did spend together was the happiest day of my life. Even when I lost him and had to become a nun at the convent, I remember certain nights when I would just lock myself up and cry, wondering why God had to take him away. He meant the world to me and his memory was something I cherished greatly. As I grew up, I became so addicted to his memory that it became an obsession. I couldn't bare to accept the reality that he just…died. We had been taught at the church that God loves good people and wishes them long life and prosperity. So why the hell was a man as good as my dad was, not granted the long life God so promised? It didn't sit right with me, unt

Mariella's POVHurrying out of the convent, I ran into the rain crying. The fact that I had parents I knew nothing about made me sick. I ran over to the roadside, where I could get a cab. I waited for a while, with the plastic bag under my clothes and my arms wrapped around my body for warmth. The road was rather lonely. But I didn't know if it was because this area was normally lonely or because it was getting really late. As I stood there, drenched in rain and shivering like a wet hamster, I heard someone call out to me. “Hey,” the voice called, though it sounded more like “ayy”. I didn't respond immediately. And then the voice came again. “Ayy shawty,” an old car pulled over to where I was. In the car were about three men, two Mexicans, one black. “Wanna get inside?” I didn't respond, partly because I didn't think they were worth responding to and partly because I was too cold to waste my breath. “Com’on now, gurl,” the driver said, a bald Mexican with tattoos all over. “You'

Luciano’s POVI woke up early the next morning, the sunlight filtering through the partially closed window blinds into my eyes. Rubbing my eyes a bit and looking to my side, I saw the most precious sight ever; Mariella fast asleep, her hands clutching me. My mind quickly went back to what happened the night before and how those scoundrels had the guts to abduct her. I felt angry. I had killed them, but I still didn't feel like I had punished them enough. I shook my head to get rid of those thoughts and focused my eyes on Mariella. With a warm smile, I gently rubbed her head, which rested on my chest. The feel of her soft, bare body against mine was almost therapeutic and arousing. My body certainly felt the second part very strongly, and before I knew what was happening, I had a huge boner. “Dammit…” I muttered. I closed my eyes and tried to distract myself, hoping the boner would disappear. But while I closed my eyes, I felt Mariella stir. “Oh shit!” I thought, and just pretended

Greco's POV: Flashing colors. Naked dancing girls. And lots and lots and lots of alcohol. This was my typical night. Out in the streets of the city, clubbing. I loved the nightlife – the city lights, the hot chicks, and just the fun of it. I certainly loved it a lot more than I loved being a part of the Mafia now. Things certainly had changed since Luciano De Luca took over as Don. And not necessarily for the better. He was oppressive. And I almost had the feeling that he was trying to get back at us for the time when we were in pursuit of him. But it made no sense. Impersonality was one of the core principles of the Mafia. Everything was done with no hard feelings attached. “You know…I h..hate that Luciano…” I spoke to one of the many girls seated around me in the VIP section of the nightclub. I could barely see anything because of how drunk I was. “Awwwn. Is he being a meanie again?” One of the nude girls with bunny ears on her head asked, poking me on the cheek. “You bet…” I