All Chapters of THE MAFIA’S SAINT: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The following day, we woke up very early and got ready for the burial, I was worried about showing up to events with my family but it was high time I showed the world my family, and the other reason for them to think that I had killed there daughter.We wore black attires for the burial, when we were both ready, we went outside, and then called Mouse to drive us to the church where they were going to pray for the body.LUCY’S POVThe moment after the officers had left, I knew something wasn’t right, not even after we’d found that finger in our microwave, it was a sign and k felt obliged to protect Dante myself.He seemed lost every time he was around the house, like he was thinking about something, so I requested to go with him to the burial and I knew that if wasn’t a good idea but that I felt like we had other people go convince in order to make Dante less of a suspect.We pulled up in front of the cathedral, the sweet piano music could be heard from a outside, it brought back the

He stared at me all the while as they led him away to the cell, I stood up quickly and attempted to follow him.Instead one of the cops kept me from following him to the cells.“ Ma’am, you need to stay behind for the meantime,” the guard suggested.“ But I want to see my husband,” I responded as they shoved him inside, the cop pushed him like he was no human or only an animal in the eyes of the law.“ Hey, don’t push him in that manner,” I begged as I ran towards him while he staggered on the floor.The cop help me by my skirt and pulled me back.“ Ma’am, I need you to leave, right away,” he suggested.“ But I want to see…” “ Destruction of justice is a real crime which I could hold you accountable for,” the cop said through gritted teeth.I dared not to take any other step because it sounded more like a warning. “ Mrs West.” The familiar voice called me from my thoughts of contemplation on how to run to Dante.I looked at Dante who was telling me to go away through the bars.

We ran inside the house, I felt numb and helpless in that moment. The truth was coming out, but not in the way that I wanted.“ Are you okay?” mouse wondered once we were inside.“ Mommy,” Anaya squealed with excitement. I nodded quickly as Anaya ran towards my laps.“ What is going on here?” mouse asked with a puzzled look.“ First, I see those reporters rushing here in their dusty vehicles,” he said.“ Before I can figure out what to do, I see you come running through,” he went on.“ So, can you enlighten me on what exactly is going on,” he wondered while looking at me.I had no choice than to cave in.“ There is a video, posted, probably from England, about me and Charlotte,” I explained with a lowered gaze.“ What video?” He asked, and I held out his hung towards him. He looked at me while puzzled with everything “ Your phone,” I said and he pulled out his phone and put it in my hands.I opened it, went in google and searched for it.Then I gave it to him.He watched and

“ I missed you more,” I responded with a grin on my face.He hissed painfully.“ Let me help you clean up these wounds, then we can finally go to the hospital,” I stated as I picked up the cotton swabs he’d prepared to clean his wounds.“ No no no, I do not want to go to the hospital, I feel fine.” He reassured me, tho i wasn’t reassured with him, it was like he was hiding something from me.“Babe, i would really prefer if we went to the doctor and did a few tests, maybe, in order to calm my mind,” I explained, he looked at me, while in thought about it.He then nodded.“ Okay, if you insist, we shall do just tests and we will leave it at that,”” he explained.And i nodded quickly.I let him rest for that time, maybe he had a reason for hiding everything me. Maybe he will tell me about everything later. I thought.So I helped him cover his wounds, and later that day, he went downstairs in order to surprise Anaya who was watching her favorite cartoons.He sneaked behind her, “ Kn

As time went on, i couldn’t fathom the reason as to why Isolde might have done what she did, it kept slipping back to me from time to time. As I sat in front of the porch while listening to the northern air sweep through my hair.I was lost in thought as I tried to figure out why.Why? I thought.Because, at first I had thought that maybe she just hated me because I had beat her at the job of working in the bishop’s office.For some reason, it had all turned personal to her, it seemed to be not about the job, I felt like there was something else to it because she had gone too far.“ Hey, what are you thinking about?” Dante jolted me back from my endless tyranny of thoughts.I smiled and watched him sit down next to me.He sighed loudly as he watched the sunset with me.“ I am thinking about Isolde,” I responded.He groaned loudly.“ I knew it, yet I thought that we’d talked about it and you promised not to let it linger,” he responded while agitated.I held unto his hand and l