Lahat ng Kabanata ng Promised To The Mafia Prince: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

It’s late, and as I pour myself another shot of whiskey I think of the idiocy I had done by promising my father on his deathbed, something I would surely regret for the rest of my life. It was obvious to both Villani and Cavalieri that this quarrel had already lasted too long, and that perhaps this agreement would work, and if the families could not leave in the past all that had happened, at least that the clash would cease, which could generate even some collaboration among all involved.She’s too young. And too insolent. She looked at me like she was above good and evil, and we won’t understand each other just because Giulia Cavalieri thinks she’s right. I know that Giulia must act like this for countless reasons, all her life in the hands of Donatella, who thought of nothing but herself, guiding her through a troubled childhood and adolescence, always running away, hiding. But now she has the opportunity to live safely, comfortably, and as long as she could keep that pretty little

I’m in the room brushing my hair, thinking it’s time to cut them a little, trying not to get anxious since soon my uncle should come to Linda’s house to meet me. The last time I saw him, was when he sent me back to Italy, I did not want to stay, I wanted to return to the place where I had lived with my mother in the last months of her life. They say she died of sadness, she was never the same person after the death of my father, and I had the impression that it would also happen to me, for losing both. My uncle spread the rumors of places where I could be, and even some of which I had died. And for two years I lived practically a recluse in the Convent of Saint Lucia, occasionally went out to the village with Mother and some sisters, and always felt protected by them. My uncle sent money, for my expenses, and as a form of gratitude to the Convent, sometimes we spoke by phone, sometimes I received letters from Nikolai, but my contact with the world outside the old walls where I lived w

When Linda warned me that I would accompany Michael to the consiglieri’s house, I was surprised by that unexpected invitation. I’m here for days, and as kind as my future sister-in-law is, and as big as the house is, I feel more like a prisoner here than when I was in the convent. I look at myself in Linda’s closet mirror, which seems to analyze whether the dress I’m wearing would please Michael, and I hate it. Every time I see him, it’s always in tight dresses, and I don’t like to think that Villani himself is thinking I’m insinuating myself to him. The dress of the time is nude, an insinuating neckline and despite being a little above the knees, it is the kind of clothing that certainly makes Michael Villani look with interest.As soon as I know he is waiting for me, I go to meet him, and I saw on one of the knees, smiling at Morgan as the girl told excited about something she learned in school. So when he looks directly at me, I can’t help but notice how elegant he looks. I notice