My Mafia Husband Made Headlines with His Lover, I Left의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

I had no idea how much time had passed before the front door finally opened.Antonio walked in looking thoroughly satisfied, a smear of lipstick still on his mouth.Lillian clung to his arm, the corners of her eyes flushed pink.Her slip dress was rumpled, and Antonio's trench coat was the only thing she wore over it.The moment he saw me, Antonio let go of Lillian.He came straight to me and bent to touch my hand, concern in his voice. "Why are your hands so cold?"He frowned and told a servant to light the fire. Then he took off his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders, the way he had countless times before.The heavy scent of cedar mixed with cloying perfume enveloped me.Then he leaned down to kiss me, but I turned away.Antonio paused for a beat. Then he sighed and held my hands to warm them. "Cecilia, are you still upset about the garage? I promise, once this is taken care of, I'll take you back to Sicily for a visit, okay? Haven't you always wanted to go back?"His voice

At that, Salvatore glared at Lillian on the floor and gave the man at his side a curt order."Go to Vegas. Break that man's arms and legs, dump him in the desert, and bring back my twenty million dollars."Lillian couldn't stop crying. She clutched at Antonio's shoes and sobbed."Don! You can't! He's the only family I have! Please, save him!"Antonio's expression shifted. He said quietly, "Father, I'll use the revenue from my docks to pay back the money within three days."As for Lillian's brother, could you leave him to me? I'll make him pay dearly. Your men won't need to dirty their hands."Salvatore's eyes went cold."Are you bargaining with me?"Antonio lowered his head."I wouldn't dare. But I'm the one who moved the money, so I should take responsibility. I'm willing to give up the operating rights to my two docks in the east district for three years to make up for what this cost the family."The council room fell silent.Antonio had taken those two docks himself. They were his b

Hours later, my flight crossed the Atlantic and landed in Sicily.A quiet sense of relief settled over me as I looked out at the familiar landscape.When the cabin door opened, the sea breeze hit me in the face.The sunlight made me squint. Once my eyes adjusted, I walked down the stairs.A row of black Maybachs was parked neatly beside the runway.Men in black suits stood by the doors, each wearing a familiar black iris pin on his chest.The man standing in front looked a lot older than I remembered.He had a thin cigar between his fingers. When he saw me coming down the stairs, he put it out and came to meet me.It was my oldest brother, Leonardo Carbone.The Carbone family had gone through a bloody power struggle in Sicily 20 years earlier. I ended up on the streets, and that was how I found Antonio dying in the mud and saved him.Once the Carbone family regained control, Leonardo brought me home. But 12 years earlier, I'd lost my head.I ran off to New York with Antonio, though it

But Antonio had barely stepped out the door when brakes screeched in the courtyard. Five black Maybachs pulled up sideways in front of the steps.The doors opened, and more than a dozen of the Vescari family's captains climbed out, surrounding Salvatore.Antonio stopped, lowered his head, and stepped back beside a pillar."Father."Salvatore climbed the steps, looked him over, and slapped him across the face.Smack!Antonio's head snapped to the side. The cut on his temple from the day before split open again, and blood ran down the bridge of his nose.He clenched his jaw, his hands curling into fists at his sides."And where do you think you're going?"Salvatore slammed his cane against the ground."Do you know what happened this morning? The New York DA seized our two docks in the east district, and Citibank and the Zurich bank froze three of the family's trusts at the same time!"Antonio looked up sharply, disbelief written across his face.One of the captains in charge of shipping

I dove to the side.But he was faster. His finger was already on the trigger.My face went grim.Antonio, still kneeling and white as a sheet, suddenly lunged at him like a madman.Without a moment's hesitation, he hurled himself at the gunman.I froze as the two of them crashed onto the dining table, sending dishes flying everywhere.The impact knocked the gun from Danny's hand and sent it skidding across the carpet."Who said you could point a gun at her?"His face cold, Antonio pulled the knife he always kept in his boot and drove it down.The blade went straight through Danny's right wrist, and he screamed.Danny curled up in pain, but Antonio pulled the knife out and slashed the tendons in his left wrist."Who do you think you are? You're nothing but an animal. You think you've got the right to point a gun at her?"Then he threw down the dripping knife and punched him again and again.He didn't stop until Danny passed out cold.The Carbone family's guards closed in with their guns