All Chapters of Mafia: My Father's Nemesis : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Amadeo’s POVI stormed out of his room, slamming the door behind me so hard the sound echoed through the halls. The newly patched door made a suspicious cracking sound, but I didn't give a damn. I was supposed to call to have it replaced, but I had never focused on it once Six moved into my room. Now, I stared at the cracks where it had been fixed up and all I could see was Six slipping through my fingers.Sleeping in my bed alone again was the worst kind of torture.I had forced myself to walk into my room and stay there after my encounter with Six, but trying to force myself to sleep instead of destroying everything around me was difficult. How many drinks have I had? The nightstand held the glass tumbler and it was nearly empty. My headthrobbed and that was my answer. I checked my phone.Damn it.Somehow, it was ten. I had spent hours with myself, my ears filled with silence. But my brain was full of noise. I couldn't stop thinking about Six, and every time I pulled out my phone t

Six’s POVI knocked my fist against my head and went to the bathroom to splash water on my face. The coolness did nothing when it came to thoughts of the man that I had been calling Daddy for months, but I was pretty sure nothing would help with that. Instead, I paced around until the clock showed it was time to get to the bus stop. I left the wallet in the room and pocketed the rest of the cash before I snatched up my bag and peeked out of the window.There were cars parked, but barely anyone was out. A few prostitutes on the far corner, a couple of guys that were definitely selling drugs, but no Amadeo. No Angelo.I winced when I thought about Angelo. Amadeo might kill him. That thought alone made me freeze in my tracks and keep staring out into the night.Fuck. I had completely forgotten about Angelo. He'd been looking out for me since I arrived in Amadeo's life and now I was screwing him over. My stomach twisted and I laid a hand on it. I should go back. I can't live knowing I'm t

Amadeo’s POVWe pulled up to the motel and I went right to the office. The man behind the counter glanced up at me and then back down at his phone."ID and it's sixty for the night.""I'm looking for him," I said as I pulled out my phone and held it up. Six was my wallpaper, grinning at me after he'd just got through torturing me with more of his horrible food choices. "Was he here?"The guy's eyes flickered up to me. "Can't give out that kind of information."My hand shot out and I yanked the man forward by his shirt before I slammed him down on the counter. I pulled out my gun and shoved it against his temple before I released the safety and cocked it."Let's try this again. Was he here?""Y-yeah.""Is he still here?”The man shook his head. "I saw him leave a little while ago with a backpack on. He went that way," he said as he pointed down the street. "He had a different ID."I released the man and nodded to Nic. "Find out if there's a security camera and get rid of it. And keep a

Six’s POVI stared at the door until I was sure Angelo wasn't going to return. Twisting my wrists, I ignored the scraping, burning pain of the ropes biting into my flesh. I'm getting back to Amadeo. Almost there. I'm not going to give up on us.The rope gave a little more and a little more. I stopped when footsteps passed by. A head poked into the room, one of the men I didn't know. He stared at me and I stared right back refusing to look as if he intimidated me.Really, I just didn't want him coming anywhere near me. I was so close to having my wrist free."Don't try to do anything stupid."I shrugged. "I don't have to try."His eyes darkened. "You're lucky Angelo said I can't stomp your ass before Amadeo gets here, but your time is coming," he said with a grin.What the hell did I do to that guy? I was an asshole, but it's not like I'd ever even seen him. Apparently, he just wanted to hurt me. I shivered and he laughed as if it was the funniest thing he'd ever seen before he disappe

Six’s POVNic helped me get Amadeo inside. A tall, brown skinned woman with braids down her back stood beside the bed as she opened her bag and glanced inside."Looks like you're going to need to get that bullet out, Mr. Bianchi. And some stitches too." She looked at me. "Oh, you're new.""Yeah, I'm Six.""Vanessa." She smiled at me and I felt comforted by her presence. "Could you do me a favor? This will go a lot more smoothly if I have a second pair of hands."My stomach clenched. "I don't know what I'm doing.""I'll help you," she said as Amadeo grunted. "For now I just need you to follow directions, okay?"I didn't argue. Whatever she needed help with, I would give it to her to make sure that Amadeo was okay. As she pulled out tools, she handed me a bottle of pills."Give him two of those.”"And get the whiskey," Amadeo said.Vanessa shook her head. "No, you can't drink on those.""Vanessa, you're a great doctor but if you don't let me have that drink I'm going to shoot you myself