All Chapters of Mafia: My Father's Nemesis : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Six’s POV"Yeah, I'm okay." I smiled as I talked to Ty and Amadeo hovered nearby. "No, you don't need to send the FBI after me." I laughed nervously."Are you sure? Why did you stop answering my calls for so long?" Ty asked. "I mean what the fuck? I thought your dumbass had died!""Language, Ty," Clay growled in the background."Sorry, Daddy." He sighed and talked to me again. "I'm glad you're okay. When can we meet up?"I groaned. "Hold on, let me see what I have to do." I put the phone on mute and held it against my chest. "Ty wants to hang out. When can I go?"Amadeo's eyes searched my face before he said, "This weekend. Maybe Saturday."Nodding, I unmuted the phone. "Saturday?""Yeah, I could do Saturday. Want to come over?"I didn't think that was a good idea. Amadeo was having a hard enough time letting me meet up with him; if I said I was going to a guy's house, he would probably flip his lid."How about we grab lunch in the city? You've got to be tired of country life by now."

Six’s POVI splashed water on my face and looked around. There was a window that I could just reach if I drug over the metal trash can. It would be easy to escape.He would hunt me down.My heart raced at the thought. No, I couldn't do that. But I could ditch my guards and get a few minutes of alone time by myself. Maybe I could even find Calix and explain what was going on. I turned on the water and pushed the can over before I climbed on top of it. Pushing the window outward, there was enough space for me to squeeze through. I hoisted myself up and slid off, falling to the ground before I groaned."Damn it." I dusted myself off and looked around. When I saw no one, I rounded the building and walked back inside, showing the stamp that had been pressed onto my skin when we entered. "Where are the fighters? I know Calix.""Take a left and down a hall. A few rooms are on the right. I don't know if you'll be able to get in though. If his coach says no, it's a no.""Got it. Thanks."I wal

Amadeo’s POVAnger coursed through me and I wanted to rip Luka's head off with my bare hands. He had gotten in the way of me and Six. That was a killable offense on its own but add to it that he was plotting against me and he deserved to die even more."Boss, I don't think we're going to get anything else out of him," Angelo said as he stood beside me. "He's just babbling at this point."I shook my head. "There's always more I can get out of him. Move." I ran the cool steel of my knife against Luka's cheek. "Stop fucking crying and look at me."The tip of the knife dug into his chin. Blood dripped to the floor, but I kept my eyes trained on his. Luka swallowed hard, his adam's apple dancing in his throat as he trembled before me."Tell me everything or I'm going to start slicing off pieces. I'll start with your balls and go from there."Panic flooded his face and sweat rolled down his skin. Even in the coolness of the warehouse, he was a hot mess. I grabbed his cheeks to hold him stil

Six’s POVThe night before had made Amadeo even more paranoid about everything, but especially me. As he drove us back to the house, I heard him on the phone making sure things were secure and the house was safe for me.Angelo was no longer allowed to leave my side even for a minute. It hadn't even been twenty-four hours and I already felt suffocated.I slipped back into my room and decided to take a shower. Maybe the hot water would clear my head. I turned on the shower and yanked off my clothes, tossing them into the hamper before I leaned against the wall waiting for it to heat up.Amadeo popped right back into my mind and I frowned. I had been letting myself get close to a blood-thirsty psychopath. Or was it sociopath? Either way, it needed to stop. Amadeo was my captor, my prison guard that had locked me away and kept me from leaving or talking to anyone except for him. He'd given me the false sense that I had freedom; taking me out, letting me call Ty. But I was still a prisoner

Amadeo’s POVMy body ached after spending hours with my guest the night before and I still didn't have enough information. Conor Kelley's name had come up and I knew it was beyond time to talk to him. We'd always had a tentative peace with each other, but if that was broken, I needed to know. It would start a war but some things couldn't be helped.I grabbed a cup of coffee and let myself be distracted just long enough to stare at Six through the screen. He was in a bad mood and had been since yesterday. Refusing to come out, to eat, or to talk to anyone. I knew I had to go back home eventually. No one knew how to deal with Six the way I did.And I miss him.I sat my cup down and massaged my temple. No, I wasn't supposed to be thinking about him no matter how badly I wanted to. The sooner I was able to figure out what was going on the sooner I would be able to protect Six.Whoever had it out for me knew about him and that meant he was in just as much danger as I was.Exiting out of th