Mafia Lords: On Knees Begging For Her Forgiveness

t-paced energy and night lights that made it seem like

eep in my lap as I was questioning my decision to return to th

it a mistake that would reopen

and locked with Luca's captivati

erupted in my stomach. How could he still

ing to be bored. I wasn't going to let my s

augh-dry one- from

rrounded us from the

d always insisting on such measures every time I wen

leading to the Hayden estate, m

sed this place until we passed t

n't cry...' I kept repeating to

e where I lived the best years of my

he sleepy Angelo in my arms, when Luca said in

n an inch-but my legs felt like jelly, unab

door, with Luca on my right carrying Angelo, and Marco-who hadn't uttered a

onds to take in the si

stepped through the door

, the luxurious furniture, the grand crystal

of this mansion... a mix of comfo

aid who was dusting furniture,

wasn't even sure he said it. But I replied an

rcellia called out warmly, rushing t

e added as she wrapped her arms around me with a

wiped away a tear that escaped

earted, but weren't th

ere for feelings. I

er Papa Gerald's words: "Get out of my house. You look like her

arcellia's arms before I suddenly found

ou so much!" he

f and shouted back, "P

d the ground, my eyes met

ently laid Angelo down next to a

he moment he straightened up.

le-like skin, and a red dress that bare

etween them. Could it be that she's

elf that I was only here for one goal,

Where is P

Aunt Miranda'

hing a wheelchair. And i

in shock-Papa wa

. I never thought I'd see the strong

n years older ins

ront of me, I bowed my head in r

oftly and s

His eyes held nothing but disappointment. I could feel i

till bla

d he call

eeling about