Mario The Music Box Arc Revamped นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Enough of them. Rogues. There are a lot of them.” Another contraction hit me harder this time. I bent slightly before I could stop myself. “Lia,” Aria murmured. “I’m fine,” I insisted through clenched teeth. “I just forgot to breathe.” I focused on breathing. In. Out. It passed. “They’re not close together,” I said again, almost to reassure myself. Maria’s gaze sharpened. “You’re early into it, aren’t you?” “Yes.” She cursed again. “When we reach the chamber, you barricade the door,” she told Aria. “There are iron braces along the inside wall. Use them. I can hold them out for a while, but that won’t do you any good.”

Already, his guards were already inside the house with their guns out. " This is a deal, Mario," I said. " You've got a pretty wife. I have great ideas about her. If I acted like a fool and you're clean, you become the boss. But if you're found guilty, your wife becomes mine. I fúck her before your eyes. What do you say?" Mario took a swing at me but I dodged it. He was a bad boxer. He wasn't fit enough to throw a good punch but that doesn't mean he wasn't serious about it.

Marcello sighed, shaking his little head with a dramatic frown. She burst out laughing. “Even if I am, I’m still your mum, and that means I win by default!” The little one only groaned and focused harder on his screen. They played until their coins were gone — Formula One, shooting games, a brief battle of reflexes at the claw machine — their laughter carrying over the hum of music and arcade lights. When the final coin clattered into the slot and rolled out again empty, they exchanged a look of mock tragedy and walked out of the arcade hand in hand.

Life couldn't get any easier than that. I kept the drive in (You don't want to know where) and put the box back on the cylindrical tower. I stared at the picture of my parents on the wall and felt accomplished. After I handed it over to Maria, it would be my first step into my rebirth as Aria Marcello again. I put the books back as they were before I opened them the first time and headed outside. "You better tell me you found something because you were in there for a very long time."

Nora mumbled "No, I think we should just keep it back to where it belongs, I’m already having a bad feeling about this” “You have bad feelings about everything,” “That’s not true” “It is, first you had a bad feeling about Melody then Mick and now the box” Lyon uttered "Oh please," I said before I collected the box from Liv, the music box has three, I gently touched the buttons as Liv pushed my finger which made me press the second button. I turned around and looked at her before I spoke “Why did you do that” “Come on we all want to listen to the song” The music started playing for about half a minute before it abruptly stopped.

I'm stronger than ever and he'd be a fool to cross me. I'll make him regret this, I'll make him regret every wrong deed, every sin he has ever committed and I know I may say this a lot but the only difference this time is that I mean it with every core of my being. Marco Accardi is going to pay. ___________________________ Mario's POV Phone rings "Hey Leo," I pick up the phone and say. "Hey, Mario. Any new leads about the Accardi clan?" "Yes. Why don't you just come here and I will tell you about it ?"

, he said and roughly pressed his lips on my cheeks, since I quickly turned my face to the left and tried to frantically push him away. "MARIO..WHAT ARE YOU DOING? HOW DARE YOU?", A familiar voice yelled in anger. Soon Mario was pulled away from me by his collar and thrown harshly on the bathroom floor. He quickly stood up and tried to walk out but Aru grabbed him by his wrist and started punching him. I could see anger flaming in his eyes. I felt tears threatening to pour down my eyes yet I didn't want them to fall and once again prove myself weak infront of him.

Still, she lifted her gaze, defiance burning where fear should have been. Behind him, another guard carried a small wooden box. He opened it carefully, revealing a crude music box no bigger than a child’s palm. Its brass gears gleamed faintly. The man twisted its key, and a slow lullaby began to tinkle in the air. The melody was fragile, innocent, an echo from a life Aria had barely known. Her breath faltered as the notes reached her ears. She remembered the sound, but not as her own. It was older, a shadow-memory from a time when she was barely conscious of the world.

I didn’t take my eyes off the mirror, “Are you going to tell him about it?” She snorted, “I wouldn’t spoil your chances, sugar mama.” I lowered the mirror slowly, “Besides, I’m not using my Aurora voice. No voice clone, no dramatic pitch. I don’t need it. I’m not showing up to a public summit. ” Giada rolled her eyes dramatically, but before she could drop another snarky line, my phone vibrated. Mario Karts. I dropped the mirror into my purse and swiped to answer without hesitation, “Mario?”