All Chapters of My Second Life: Ditching the Mafia Don: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Giovannina's POVEveryone looked at me in utter disbelief. My Papa, Guglielmo Carrettiere, sprang to his feet. "Are you sure, Giovannina? Do you know what you're saying?"The long table was lined with the Carrettiere Famiglia's Consiglieri on both sides, yet not a single one of them said a word. The council chamber fell dead silent. Half an hour ago, we had received an ultimatum. Information had leaked during the delivery of an underground arms shipment managed by the Carrettiere Famiglia, costing the lives of dozens of allies. According to the Alliance Treaty, the Carrettiere Famiglia had to hand over one of its heirs to stand trial. If not, the Alliance Famiglie would revoke our rights and place everyone in the Famiglia under an indefinite death sentence. The only people who could be handed over were me or my stepsister, Margherita Carrettiere. I met Papa's gaze and responded calmly, "I can go. Let me stand trial."Margherita was my Papa's stepdaughter and the woman Ca

Giovannina's POVI spent a long time at the cemetery before heading back. As soon as I walked in, I was met with the sharp, pungent scent of antiseptic. Carlo was bandaging Margherita's arm. His movements were incredibly gentle, and his voice was barely above a whisper, as if he was afraid of hurting her.Margherita curled up in his arms. "It doesn't hurt at all. It's just a minor injury."His brows were knitted as he chided, "Who allowed you to go to the training grounds on your own? What if your wound gets infected?"The concern in his eyes was impossible to hide. Despite being married to him for a decade, I had never seen that look on his face. Margherita lifted her head, and the moment she spotted me, a triumphant look flashed across her face. Then, she lowered her eyes and hastily adopted an innocent, harmless expression. "You're back, Giovannina."She gently tugged at Carlo's sleeve and whispered, "I'm sure you didn't do it on purpose, Giovannina. Don't blame her, Carlo.

Giovannina's POVWhen I came to, the air was filled with the strong smell of disinfectant. I was lying in my Famiglia's private clinic. My wounds had already been treated, and my fever had broken, though my head was still spinning. I spotted Carlo through the one-way glass. He was still wearing the same black suit from yesterday. His eyes were bloodshot, his shirt was heavily wrinkled, and his collar hung loosely. The Soldato whispered, "Signor Guardia has been here the whole time. He even moved all his meetings here." I simply withdrew my gaze. "I don't want to see him. Please ask him to leave."The Soldato relayed my message to Carlo. Yet, he didn't budge. He stood outside like a statue. After packing up everything and preparing to leave, he finally stopped me. "Giovannina." His voice was unbearably raspy, and his eyes were filled with sheer exhaustion. A prolonged silence stretched between us before he broke it. "I'm sorry."I didn't answer him. He drew a deep breat

Giovannina's POVThe pretrial detention center was far more grueling than I had imagined. It was built at the edge of the coast, and the underground fortress was dark and damp. There was no mercy here, only endless blood. Those held here had to endure day after day of unrelenting torment while they awaited their final judgment. The heavy iron door slammed shut behind me, its dull thud echoing down the empty corridor like a death knell. Dark brown bloodstains marred the walls because no one bothered to clean them. The Alliance never wasted resources imprisoning ordinary people. Everyone here was either a member who betrayed their Famiglia or a Capo from an underground syndicate. I was the only one among them who had walked in here of her own accord.I was led into the deepest part of the restricted zone. More than a dozen pairs of eyes immediately turned toward me. In the corner, a woman whose face was covered in scars slowly rose to her feet. Her left hand was missing two fin

Giovannina's POV"Giovannina Carrettiere!" the warden spat out. "You've hidden a forbidden communication device in the pretrial detention center while awaiting trial. According to the Alliance's laws, you'll be thrown into the Black Cell." I lifted my gaze to look at the communication device. It wasn't mine, but I didn't explain myself. Explanations were useless in the pretrial detention center.When these people wanted to punish someone, they only needed an excuse. The gods only knew how many people this crew had tortured to death using whatever flimsy pretense they could pull out of thin air. Two wardens seized my arms and dragged me through an underground passage that had never been opened before. The farther down we went, the colder it became. Word had it that the Black Cell wasn't a place for imprisonment but a place to test a person's resolve. No one would torment you there, yet almost no one who entered ever made it back out. The heavy steel door slowly creaked open. T