All Chapters of After Death, I Chose The Mafia Don: Chapter 111 - Chapter 116

Nobody said much on the way down the mountain. The cloud thinned as they dropped, and by the first switchback the road was dry and the sea had come up silver on the left. Lorenzo drove, because Alessandro said he couldn't. Alessandro sat in the back with Blair, and kept his eyes on the window.At the second bend Lorenzo looked at her in the mirror. "He said Andrew told him you couldn't be beaten.""Yes.""Did he guess?"Blair watched the guardrail go by. "He guessed something. He doesn't know what. If he did, he wouldn't have asked me at a table.""No." Lorenzo's eyes went back to the road. "Andrew was a young man who talked about himself when he was drunk. A great many young men do." He paused. "I'll see that it stays that way."That was all he said. It was a long way down, and for most of it Alessandro had his hand over Blair's on the seat between them, and neither of them moved.* * *They got home at one. Alessandro walked straight through the hall and into the kitchen and stood t

They walked out along the breakwater at the end of the harbor, because Sofia had asked for the sea and it was the nearest piece of it. Two of Marco's men followed fifty yards back and pretended to look at the boats. The wind was cold and smelled of weed and diesel. Blair had her hands in her coat pockets, and Sofia had hers wrapped around her elbows.For the first part of the walk neither of them said anything much. It was good to be next to her. Blair hadn't expected it to feel like that. Sofia was thinner than she'd been a month ago, and the brandy-coloured eyes looked tired, but her step was steady, and when a gull went screaming off the rocks at their feet she laughed out loud."I'm sorry," Sofia said. "I know it isn't funny. I've been a bit odd all week.""You're allowed."They stopped at the end where the stone ran out. Sofia put both palms on the cold rail. "Two things," she said. "And I'd like to say both before I lose my nerve.""Go on.""The police came yesterday. Two carabi

Fiorella got up first and put the kettle on, because it was something to do with her hands. She set out two cups. She took the lid off the sugar bowl and put it back. Then she sat down again, folded her hands, and said, "Start at the beginning, and don't leave anything out because you think it'll hurt me."Blair told her.She had done it once before, on a cliff road in front of a man who had the right to walk away, and she'd thought that was the hard one. It wasn't. That time she had been afraid of being disbelieved. This time she was afraid of being believed. She watched her mother's face the whole way through, and it never closed.She said that she had been twenty-five. She said she had been a nurse, and that she'd married a boy named Andrew Esposito at twenty, and that it had gone wrong in the first month and stayed wrong for five years. She said he had been the kind of husband who was always very gentle in front of other people. She said that her mother had been allowed to see her