Prisoner To The Mafia King のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 47

Damien’s POVI delicately eased myself back into my chair. This was no longer a simple investigation; this was something much bigger and more complex.If Eleanor had been Giovanni’s mother, then Giovanni’s entire identity had been constructed around a secret.But why? Who was his father? And why had someone gone to such extreme lengths to erase him?I rubbed my jaw.“Let’s assume this is the case and that Eleanor is Giovanni’s mother, and she married an Italian man and that she gave birth to Giovanni…” I looked at Primo.“How the hell did Giovanni develop such a strong relationship with the Russians?”Primo didn’t answer immediately, and I continued. “They have hated the Italians for years.”“And they still do,’ Primo said.“Exactly, my point.” I stood again. “So why would they trust Giovanni?” I began pacing. “Why would the Russians listen to him? Why would they allow him to negotiate on their behalf? Why would they change their demands the moment he speaks? Why would they give him ac

Lucia’s POVIn the silence of the basement, I had learned the only rule that mattered: I was nothing. I didn’t breathe, move, or think without Giovanni’s permission. I was a dog. A pet. A thing.Then, the screech of the iron door. Light flooded the basement. I flinched and turned my face away, squeezing my eyes shut as the brightness burned them. I had been in darkness for so long that even the small amount of light felt unbearable.I winced, shielding my eyes as the silhouette of Giovanni stepped inside. He didn’t speak at first. He simply walked towards me and kicked the chain attached to my ankle, the metal clanking harshly against the floor.I didn’t move at all. I stayed curled in a fetal position, shivering, staring at the floor. He hadn’t told me to get up. To move, to work out a command, was to invite another blow.A few seconds passed, then he laughed.“Look at you.” His voice was almost affectionate; that was what made it so horrible. He could look at the bruises he had put o

Damien’s POVI had seen love dismantle men who were tougher than both of us. I had seen mighty men lay down their weapons on their enemies because they couldn’t bear to hurt the women they loved.Just like my father and me, we were both foolishly in love with someone. My father loved my mother with all he had, and he became less ruthless when he met my mother. He gave up a lot for her, and my grandfather nearly killed him.That was the first crack in our family. Even though my father was the most ruthless man, he had his weakness, and he failed to show the world how madly in love he was with my mother.And I, I fell in love and got everyone I care about dead.Love made men careless, and it made them predictable. It provided enemies with the formula for its destruction, and that’s what happened to my father and me.And now, Primo and Tiberio. Primo was the kind of fool who would walk into a burning building if Tiberio were trapped inside. He would sacrifice his position, his safety, and