Todos os capítulos de The Abused Daughter is a Mafia Princess : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Alina's POVCarson slowly pulled the hammer of his gun back. The sharp clicking sound echoed through the room, making Roy's face lose whatever little colour it had left.“Wait!” He immediately crawled up to my grandfather and hugged his leg, “Please, Mr. Voss. I am sorry. I didn't know she was your granddaughter. I swear I would have never done this if I knew.”My grandfather remained completely still, his eyes decided of any mercy. Carson kept the gun pressed against the back of his head.The sheer stillness on my grandfather's face, pushed Roy at the verge of tears. He begged, “I will never do it again. I promise. This will never happen again. Please trust me this once and give me a chance, Mr Voss.”My grandfather tilted his head slightly, “Of course.”For a second, Roy looked relieved but then my grandfather continued, “You cannot make mistakes when you are dead.”The relief immediately dropped and his eyes widened in fear. Carson's finger slowly moved towards the trigger. “Mr Vo

Alina's POVBefore I could know it, it was already seven and I was beginning to question every decision I had made in the past two days.The first lesson was combat and trust me, I was not as fun as it sounded when Grandfather was talking about it to me.I stood in the middle of a huge training hall wearing black track pants and a fitted t-shirt, staring at the man standing in front of me. He looked like he could break me in half without even trying.He looked like he had been carved out of stone. His broad shoulders, muscular arms and the permanent frown on his face made him look intimidating enough to scare anyone into silence. He had the kind of expression that made me believe that he wouldn't even cry watching Jack die for Rose in Titanic. He was a bigger iceberg than the one that caused the ship to drown.He looked at me as if I was the worst student he had ever had and he hated being here. “Again.” He roared, making me look up at him with an horrified expression. I was still no

Alina's POVMy grandfather was sitting comfortably in an armchair, dressed in a royal blue striped suit that somehow made him look even more intimidating. A beige hat rested on his head, casting a slight shadow over his sharp features, while his cane leaned against the side of the chair. The head of the cane was golden, catching the light every time he moved.He held a cigar between the fingers of one hand and a glass of Old Fashioned in the other, looking completely at ease as Carson stood beside him, showing him some documents. He casually glanced through the papers, taking a slow sip of his drink before turning another page.He looked less like a grandfather sitting at home and more like a man who owned the entire world and was simply deciding what to do with it.Looking at him I understood what Percy meant when he said ‘you have to look like a Voss'.Kate cleared her throat, grabbing his attention. The old man took a look and stood up, “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”I looked at

Alina's POVAs soon as my Grandpa roared, Martha immediately explained, “I am not hinting at anything, Mr Voss. I am just trying to understand your granddaughter’s nature of work.”“That did not…” He started to speak up but I held him back, asking him to calm down, “Grandpa, it's alright. They are just interested in knowing what I do. That's it.”My grandfather looked like he really wanted to give the couple two pieces of his mind but fell helpless in front of my request. He nodded, agreeing to not get agitated.I looked at the couple and explained, “I am sorry. We reunited just a few days ago so he is really protective of me.”“No, that's nice. Isn't that what family is for? To have each other's back and be there when you need them.” She smiled faintly, but there was something different about her expression now. The warmth from earlier had slowly disappeared, and I could tell that the questions were no longer coming from simple curiosity.Leonardo leaned back in his chair and studied

Roman's POV“You are the only one I can imagine ruling this world with.” The words left my mouth before I could even think about how they would sound to her. Alina stared at me with a strange expression, almost as if she was trying to figure out whether I was being serious or simply trying to get under her skin. I couldn't blame her. Since the moment we met, most of our conversations had ended with her glaring at me, telling me how annoying I was or threatening to kill me in one way or another.But this time, there was no joke hidden behind my words. I meant every single one of them.In the past two days, I had spent more time learning about Alina than I had expected to. I had looked into her childhood, her education, her work, her relationships and the people who had shaped her into the woman standing in front of me. I had learned that she had been bullied when she was younger, that she had spent years being made to feel like she wasn't good enough and that even the person she truste