The Mafia’s Ruthless Lover

The Mafia's Ruthless Lover

ChikitaLore

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She's brutal, but she's sweet. He is insane, but he is so smitten with her. After all the struggles, can the mafias fall in love?

The Mafia’s Ruthless Lover Chapter 1 UNO

In point of fact, Six Flags was a great deal of fun, but that drop ride stripped me down to only my underwear. I will not tell a fib; I have a fear of heights, yet it is not my fault that I have this fear. After discovering that I had a phobia of the dark, Damian and Zeke coerced me into jumping out of an airplane.

Since then, there has been roughly a week's worth of time, but even during that week, we have received threats from the Italians and lots of them. As soon as they saw the body of Jonathan, they became enraged and began to issue threats.

Since we already had the first two, we have already begun making preparations for the future, which is preferable for us. My dad jumped right in to see what we could do about it, and he's been a big help all along the way. It is simple, but only sometimes; yet, he makes it simpler to do the task in a short amount of time.

"What are you planning to do or have ideas for?" I inquired with my dad. "Well, for a fact, I know there'll be a war between us and the Italians, but only a certain amount is willing to fight us off, which, in all honesty, is weird, but the less, the better."

"When will we go, or when will they come?"

"I sent a message to go see when they'd come, and he would phone me or give me a text message to let me know when they arrived. However, there are still several days until the actual assault, and we are ready for it.

"Right, and Christiano?"

Your brother does not have any input into this matter. It is to continue in that manner." I give him a brief smile and nod before turning around to head out the door. Additionally, Franceska. She is completely unaware of what it is that we do, let alone the assault that is going to take place.

"Tell Bora that she wants him to spend around three days traveling with her somewhere. When she returns after the three days have passed, she will find that everything has returned to its usual state. Make sure that nobody tells her about it. Her father has been quite explicit that he will be the one to tell her what he does and who he is, but until that time comes, she remains in the dark about both of these things. I give a final nod and then leave.

As I make my way upstairs, the first door I knock on is the door to Bora's room. I have no choice but to let her know the plan since I am certain that she will want to come, and even if I tell her categorically not to go, she will be defiant enough to go anyhow.

"What?" She went ahead and opened the door. Her appearance was one of exhaustion and weariness. "Hello to you, too."

"Okay. What are you looking for?" I followed her into the building as she went inside. "You know how we have been getting threats?"

"Yes."

"We are all going to participate besides you."

"The fuck I am," you said. What gives you reason to believe that I won't go and kill them all? It's imperative that I show up, Connor.

"I know, but it's not my choice; it's my dad's."Since Franceska is in the dark about this, he has asked you to ensure that she remains in the dark until her father breaks the news to her.

"What do you mean?"

"Franceska's dad is the Don of the German Mafia, but Franceska doesn't know that, so my dad wants to make sure she doesn't know until her dad tells her."

"And this explains why she left for Germany at seven in the morning." It makes complete sense, but it's alright. I'll just stay away from her. Where are we, then?"

"Another one of our vacation houses is located on the outskirts of the city. You'll be there for three days, but in the meantime, tell her that I've given you both permission to hang around at home for the next three days and do whatever you choose.

"Okay, when are we leaving?"

"I'll let you know when we find out when they'll come and attack."

"Alright, do I go tell her right now or what?"

"If you want, just make sure not to make it suspicious." She gazed at her hands and began to pick at her fingernails as she regarded them.

"What's wrong?"

"Not even that. It's just that I don't want her to know about it. Even though I am aware that her father will inform her, she is still my closest friend.

"Pumpkin, I know, but it's for now until they tell her."

"Fine, I'm going to go tell her." I gave a small nod, and then we both exited the room.

If telling her a lie was the only way to ensure that she was safe from whatever it was, then I had no choice but to do so. Because she is my closest friend, I felt terrible when I had to lie to her.

However, I am obligated to tell her. I have also been making an effort, for the purpose of my own well-being, to avoid looking at Connor, and as a result, I have not been sleeping. I recently had a nightmare, and to tell you the truth, when I used to get them, they would wear me down to the point where I wouldn't eat, but I'm going to act like I'm perfectly well even if I'm not. I finally reached her room and rapped on the door before entering.

"Hey, what happened?"

"Nothing; I need to tell you something."

"Good or bad?"

"Good." She nods, then quickly pushes the door open completely. As soon as I get inside, I make my way to her bedroom. "So, what do you want to talk about?"

"Want to have a girls' day for like three days?"

"Yes! When and where will it be?"

"Well, I haven't figured out what day, but we'll have a sunny day, and Connor is letting me stay at one of these houses he has, and we can stay there and party just me and you."

"Just us?"

"Yes."

"What made you want to have that day?"

Oh, to hell with me. I prayed that she wouldn't ask me what had prompted the sudden desire to take that so-called girl's day off. So, I was prepared for her question. I'm sorry, but I can't offer an explanation for that particular aspect of the situation.

"There is no explanation; I suddenly had the thought right before the deadline. But hey, if Connor lets me use the house, I'll take that as an opportunity to party till the wee hours of the morning and drink all night."

"This is why I love you."

"Okay. I'll send you a text when I have some free time. I get from her bed and walk out the door once she gives me the okay. As I make my way downstairs, I make my way into the kitchen, where I find my brother.

"Hi."

"What's up?"

"I have a query. When is your mother going to get here?"

"In fourteen days with your father. You are aware that you are required to tell them. I let out a sigh as I made my way towards the chair.

What if I don't feel like doing it? Already, my mother is concerned about me. Now, just think what I'm going to say to her."

"I know, but would you rather live with the guilt of not telling them or tell them and have them support you?"

"Fine. I despise it when you prove to be correct. After he left, I looked up and saw Connor enter into the room. "I've been thinking, you know."

"Wow, you think?"

"Extremely amusing, but on a serious note, when exactly will you divulge everything that Jonathan said? From the guys of the Brazilian mafia."

"Do you really want to know?"

"Wait, before anything, you know I still don't forgive you for what you did."

"You're right. Believe me, I am aware that it takes some time to think of something but believe me when I say that the wait will be well worth it.

"So I-" "I still want to know."

"Are you sure?" He exhibited both a nod and a sigh. I reach out and take his hand as we go up the stairs together in the direction of my room since he is the first person I'm going to tell this to.

Because I can put my full faith in him, he is the very first person to whom I have felt no hesitation in disclosing this circumstance. We made it to my room, and once we were there, I opened the door and locked it behind us. I pulled him to my room and made him sit on my bed.

"Okay. Permit me to share the story behind it. Don't make any sounds or utter any words. It is shocking to see how different the two are, yet there is no mistaking who is who. This is one of the reasons why I despise my father, so I hope you enjoy it. I smiled in a mocking manner.

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