Oooooooooooo, we are back. Damnity damn, we are back and it feels great lmao. Thank you for everyone who messaged and constantly kept asking me, even on the hospital rounds, I never forgot you guys. The pain has lessened a lot but the pain in the stitches is still there, maybe because I started going to uni on Monday after getting discharged from the hospital on Saturday, because stupid hating uni. I couldn't take days off, had to attend no matter what my health or they were failing me a year. So yeah.
But the scars the laproscopy x C-section left behind is DAMN NOTICEABLE lmao. I didn't expect such permanent dark scars even before marriage, but oops. There they are. Anyways, life's life. Among the thousand scars within us, we chose to display a few physically, nothing too bad about that.
So leaving that behind, coming back to weekly updates hopefully. This is a longer chapter as compared to the previous one and yes, as promised, you get your dosage of your favourite Ashton Alessandro Romanno. Hope you don't fall too much in love with him. Peace out!
———————CASSIO
I wrapped the watch around my wrist when one look at my reflection and I was ready to go. Shutting the door behind, I walked up the steps when my legs felt heavy, my pockets with the key felt heavy, but the heaviest of all that I felt was my heart. My stupid heart.
I stopped in front of the door, took out the key and fumbling with it for over more than six minutes, sweat dampened my shirt as I let my heart race like a lunatic on lose. The mafia was crumbling down, we were getting weaker day by day, more battles were yet to rain on us and they could be anywhere, literally anywhere, anytime. And the fact that we were not even safe in our own home was alarming. Alarming as hell.
We managed to win a fair fight with the French and Nikolai was currently with Aurora in his room, trying his best to love her as much as she deserved. Even more than that. Nikolai was never the type to even glance at a woman for the second time, let alone like her or love her. But Aurora was a totally different concept. Her sea blue-green eyes coupled with her fair skin and blonde hair were what caught Nikolai's heart ever since. And even as he tried as hard as possible to get over her because he didn't want to end up like Alessio, he ended up saving his woman and promising love for every year to come.
I shut my eyes close to calm myself down, letting my inner storm calm down for once to let me take the next step. Worry, nervousness and every other factor enough to make me flip my shit dominated my heart when swallowing down the lumps and lumps of fear balled within my throat, I inserted the duplicate key in the lock and opened the door to Alessio's office which was locked close good for months.
I took over as the capo of the Romanian mafia.
Even if I told myself and my family that I was an acting capo, because no way in hell could I take Alessio's place. But to show the outside world? I was the capo now, and Alessio was completely out of the picture until further notice. Complete zero.
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I fumbled through his files when my head hurt. This was too much work, too much of calculation and too many tabs to keep open at once. I couldn't do so much of work, my head gave me an ache. I was going through the files again, my head in my hands when there was a knock on the door.
I, somewhat, grumbled, "Fucking enter, dammit."
It opened a bit when I looked up to see Avelina peeking her head through. A sigh of relief escaped through my lips when I banged my head face down on the table. I heard her sigh when she closed the door and approached me, "What happened?"
With my head still on the table, I spoke, "Alessio happened."
She didn't say anything when I looked up at her, "I can't take over the whole mafia. Just look at this paperwork, and these fucking tabs. I can't control all of these at once, it's tiring as shit. I don't even understand what he linked with what, upon what bases and upon what conditions. It's so confusing and intimidating."
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Twisted Revenge by A.ZChaudhry
General FictionAlessio Antoniansaz, leader of the Romanian Mafia, walks up to the doorstep of that one man he hates the most, loathes his guts like anything and wears the taste of the felt poison on his sleeves like an old friend, crawling over his skin like a pet...