Todos los capítulos de After Death, I Chose The Mafia Don: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Alessandro didn't take her back to the cars right away. He led her down past the house instead, to the narrow strip of rock and sand where the cove finally opened out to the water, and sat her down on a flat stone still warm from the afternoon sun, and sat beside her, and didn't say anything at all for a long while.Behind them, Lorenzo's men were already working, quiet and methodical, the particular unhurried competence of people who had done this kind of cleaning up before. Blair didn't watch. She found she didn't need to, and didn't feel guilty for not needing to, which surprised her more than almost anything else about the day had."You're shaking," Alessandro said eventually."A little." She looked down at her own hands as if they belonged to someone else entirely. "I think it's going to take a while to stop.""Then we wait here until it does." He took one of her hands in both of his, steady, warm, and simply held it, no urgency in it at all. "There's nowhere else either of us ne

Alessandro found her on the balcony a little after sunset, wrapped in one of his shirts against the cooling air, watching the harbor lights come on one by one along the water. He didn't say anything at first. He just came to stand behind her, arms circling her waist, chin resting against her hair, and for a while they simply watched the town light itself up together, unhurried, neither of them in any rush to be the one who finally spoke."I want tonight to just be ours," she said finally. "Not recovering from anything. Not getting ready for anything that comes after. Just tonight.""Then it's yours," he said. "Tell me what that looks like, and I'll build the whole evening around it.""It looks like this," she said, turning in his arms to face him. "It looks exactly like this."He studied her face in the fading light, something unguarded moving behind his eyes, the particular openness he only ever let her see once the rest of the world had been shut firmly outside the door. "Two days a

The phone rang at half past eight, and Blair stared at it for two full rings before she believed it. For four days it had sat face down on the dresser like a stone. She picked it up and saw MAMMA on the screen.Alessandro was at the stove with his back to her, doing something careful to a pot of coffee. He glanced round once and then made a point of not listening, which for him meant standing very still."Hi, Mamma.""Your father wants to go home," Fiorella said, without any hello. "He's been standing at the window for two days looking at our street as if it owes him money. I told him I'd ask you first."Blair sat down on the edge of the bed. "Did Nicoletta tell you anything?""She said it's over. She said it the way you'd close a door." There was a pause, and the sound of a kettle somewhere behind it. "Is it?""Yes, Mamma. It's over.""Then he can go home and stop sulking. And you'll both come to dinner tonight. Properly, at the table, the two of you." Another pause. "Bring him. Tell

They had spent most of the sixth day asleep, which Blair counted as an achievement. On the seventh morning she got to the kitchen first.She cracked the eggs into the pan with the heat on low, the way her mother did it, and stood over them with a wooden spoon. When Alessandro came in, barefoot and still creased from the pillow, she had two plates on the counter. The eggs on them were soft and yellow and perfectly fine.He stopped in the doorway. "What is that?""Breakfast.""Those aren't ruined.""I know. I was careful.""That's against the rules." He came over and looked at the plates with real suspicion, and then poked one with a fork. "We have a tradition, Aurora.""The tradition is that you ruin them and I eat them anyway. I thought I'd ruin yours for once." She put a fork in his hand. "Eat. They're warm."He ate, and said after the second mouthful that they were not bad, and after the fourth that he would be filing a complaint. She sat on the counter with her feet swinging and wa

Marco came back from Erice at four the next afternoon with dust on his shoes and a map he had drawn himself on the back of a menu. He spread it over the study desk and weighted the corners with a stapler, a coffee cup, and Maximilien's old brass paperweight."One main piazza," he said. "The café is on the north side, with a terrace. Four tables outside, six inside. There are two rooftops with a line of sight to the terrace, and I've been up both. One's a pigeon loft and the other belongs to a widow who made me eat cake." He tapped the map. "The only road down is the one we came up. There's also the cable car, but I wouldn't use it.""Why not?" Blair asked."Because it's a box on a wire, and you'd be stuck in it." He didn't look at her when he said it, and she was grateful for that. "I'd put the car at the bottom of the town and keep the engine running. Two men on foot at each end of the lane."Alessandro was standing at the corner of the desk with his arms folded. "What about the café