Mafia Queen

Chapter 6

We didn't stay long in the basement after that. I left Franco in charge of the guy.

Surprisingly, Sol wanted me to stay for a bit before leaving. His wife and I talked before she and the twins retired for the night. I can see the exhaustion on her face. Taking care of the two boys really made her tired.

I played with the boys and the puppy which they named Alpha. Sol snorted at the thought because my middle name was Luna. The twins treated me as their very close aunt right away probably because they were so happy with the gift I've given them.

Sol and I talked after Hailynn put the twins to bed. We got a glass of scotch in each of our hands to catch up in his study.

"The first time you got your wife pregnant, twins at that. Stefano should feel jealous."

Sol smirked playfully. "Do not provoke that hot tempered man, sorella." His face suddenly morphed into a frown. "Speaking of which. You should inform of his presence. You know we have an agreement with our family being here. He doesn't want us to get into trouble. After all, New York is different. This is not our territory."

"Oh, but he favors me, fratello, especially Uncle Marco." He shook his head in amusement. "I like to stay here for a while. Uncle's birthday is coming up. I want to surprise him so don't even think about telling them about my arrival."

He stares at me for a moment before speaking. "I know what you've been doing for the past three years, Cara." He continued sensing my silence. "Going on around claiming my name, eradicating those who posed a threat to me and my family." I sneered. "I wouldn't have welcomed you here knowing we're not safe."

I shrugged. "I was bored." I lifted the glass to my lips and drank the contents of it.

"It doesn't matter what you think of it, Cara. What matters is that you kept us safe. You drove away my worries without even my request to do it for me or for my family. You should know better how much it means to me."

"You should also know better that I would do anything for your happiness."

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Dylan

"Rise and shine... sleepyhead."

I slowly opened my eyes. It hurt at the blinding white light that met my sight. I looked around, thankful that I was still in my room.

It was probably just a dream. But the pain in my body and leg made me skeptical. I looked to my right and saw a beautiful woman laying on my bed beside me. Her elbow propped on my pillow, head resting against the palm of her hand.

Her long hair was dark brown, eyes nearing grey and blue, eyelashes curly and long, lips rosy, full and luscious, skin so fair and beautiful. Her lips lifted up in a playful smirk.

Did I die? Is she an angel?

My eyes widened.

Shit.

I immediately sat up, realization splashed me like cold water. I fell to the floor in a loud thud as I felt extreme pain in my left thigh. I screamed in pain.

I felt her move from the bed and looked over me in amusement.

"That must have hurt a lot." She said in mockery.

I threw her a glare even though it would cost me my life.

"Cute." She said in return. "I'm surprised you would dare despite what happened." Her eyes shifted towards my bleeding leg. "Let's fix that before you completely lose your leg. Franco."

I began to hate that name. Every time that name is called, something worse always happens to me.

The beautiful woman who had an ugly nature sat across from my bed where I still lay. Franco was the one who treated my leg and wrapped it up with bandages professionally. I was surprised and amazed at the same time.