Ten Years For His Sicilian Lie นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He picked it up and looked at the video playing on the screen. “You've probably already seen the video,” I said. “But two nights ago, I caught Sophia with my hus – Luciano while they were fucking each other…” “Rather surprising to hear ‘fuck’ from someone who was once a nun,” he interrupted. “Well, spending five years in the Mafia brought about some changes,” I said. “Anyway, like I was saying. I caught the two of them having sex…” “Much better.” “...and I decided then and there that I'm done with Luciano,” I ignored his interruption.

Hailee warned, “so help me God, wheelchair or not, I will see him dead.” “A Sicilian emotion,” Alessandro noted. “I mean this desire you have developed for retribution. Do you think we may have taught you something after all?” His lazy mockery was spiked, the glinting eyes full of a cold condescension entirely aimed at previous diatribes in which she had condemned everything Sicilian.

Antonio said coldly, “He offended me and did not give me the respect I deserve. This is a great humiliation for the men of Sicily. Since he humiliated me, why can't I kill him?” Jilian blurted out, “I hit him with my car. I owed him, and this matter was caused by me. If I hadn't run away secretly, he wouldn't have fallen into your hands. If you kill him today, I will never forgive myself in my life! God won't forgive me either!” Antonio was slightly stunned, and then smiled and said, “Jilian, don't worry. God will forgive every citizen who comes out of Sicily, and naturally, he will forgive you as well.”

What had this man done to her? “Why should I tell you? I knew that you were coming for me and the thirty minutes you asked from me was just to buy you enough time, did you really think that I will not have a back up plan. But I am happy, because for once, the cunning Lucien has fallen in my trap and all because of a woman!” Marcus said as he laughed out loud. “What did you put her through?” I asked again. This time, I was not holding back and every punch was fierce than the former.

Time to end this. “I know who you are to her, Anthony Siciliano of Cleveland, Ohio.” I spat. The look on his face was priceless. He knew he was a dead man walking. “That means nothing!” He stood up, reaching in his coat. Too bad for him, I was faster. I pulled my gun from under the files and pointed it at his head. “You said you were always loyal. You were. Until she came. You knew her and lied to my face the whole.” I was seething with anger. He went to open his mouth to say something, only to have a bullet between his eyes.

When Nathan saw my face, he looked stunned. "Vivian Warner, what are you doing here?" he demanded. I lowered my head to apologize to the server and explained, "I came here looking for someone." Someone curiously asked Nathan, "Do you know her, Mr. Finch?" Nathan's grip tightened on his wine glass, his expression growing somber. "Yes, just an ex-girlfriend." Someone nearby said thoughtlessly, "You two were together for ten years. I thought you were each other's first love."

(That girl somehow manages to make everyone fall in love with her, despite how annoying she is. I turned around in the driver's seat, staring directly at Leo. "Repeat that." He scrunched his eyebrows, replying in English unsurely. "That girl manages to make everyone fall in— oh," he blinked, coming to a realization that had Carlo, Pat, and Enzo laughing at him. "Non intendevo questo, capo, lo giuro." (I didn't mean it like that, boss, I promise.) Lorenzo and some of the men from Italy were present. I needed as much help as I could get. I needed to be done with Luciano once and for all. I needed them all dead. Unlike them, I wouldn't make the mistake of leaving anyone alive.

If he loved her ever, then why was I needed in here? Apparently he doesn't love her. Yeah, right. His eyes spoke enough to know the truth. “Non hai mai avuto una posizione nella mia vita, aspettati di essere un altro dovere sulle mie spalle (You never had any position in my life expect for being another duty on my shoulder),” Luciano kept his Italian dialect in check. His eyes sought for velvet whose name could be Sofia(s blood).

"He turned it on Sophia. Accused her of entrapping a married man, using her family's influence to force him into a sham union." He leaned forward, his eyes serious. "I checked the timeline, Elena. Her first husband really did die taking a bullet for Dario seven years ago. But Sophia and Dario? They were screwing long before the funeral. Probably seven years ago, too." "The whole thing... it’s dirty business." "When Dario got sent to the border initially, it wasn't a promotion. It was punishment. He broke the rules, and the Family threw him away." "Maybe," Luca softened his voice, "he finally realized that in this life of snakes, you were the only one who was real."

I was bound to an iron chair in the Sollazzo family's underground tribunal. The bare bulb overhead glared so harshly that it was hard to keep my eyes open. "Lina Colletti." Valeria Sollazzo stepped toward me in her black heels. Four black-suited confidants followed behind her, filling the room with oppressive pressure. "It's been ten years," she said. "How much longer do you plan to keep hiding?" She leaned down, her fingers clamping around my chin. "The night Sophia died at the docks, you were there. You saw the killer."