The Mafia's Addiction: His Obsession

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e next room, followed by the slow c

figure illuminated against the morning light. Her silver hair wa

ed out softly, using the Italian

pered, her voice weak but full of l

itchen. Nonna Rosa's hands trembled as she tried to pour the c

fore taking a seat in front of the small ro

noticed the faint scent of medicine lingering on Nonna Rosa's s

d. "We need to go to the Bakery. We can't leave

you need to rest," Aria plead

d dismissively. "I've been running the ba

mother. "Nonna, please. Just this once. S

rkled with determination. "Va bene (okay), cara. But jus

ll make sure everything runs s

Nonna Rosa smiled,

fast, Aria washed the dishes and

uding with concern. "Aria, cara, I

You've been worrying too much about

his is different. I feel it in my bones. Something

ide her, tak

red. You need to rest.

You must be careful, cara. Il mondo è pieno di ombre (

a moment, but she quickl

ne. I'll take care of the baker

eassurance. Finally, she nodded, her voice barely above a

a. I'll be caref

e, Nonna Rosa called

, No

n't forget), cara. T

and pecked Nonna Rosa's forehead before leaving the

s she styled her brown hair and applied a light layer of

t Nonna Rosa had given her, and checked its cont

he sweet aroma of freshly baked

sortment of chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, and lemon sugar coo

tch of cookies, carefully selecting the p

nected them to their community. And Rosa had alr

ies radiating through her fingers she poured them int

aised her hand, hailing a taxi that cruised down the street. The driver

rina?" (Where do you wan

o Reggio calabria, please) Aria r

a few distance away bakery. Aria s

ery with one hand and was not focused on wher