Chapter 122– He’ll Live

Chapter 122

ALLESIA

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Ignacio might have been a bad man, but he was a popular, pretentious one, and so his funeral was like a senator’s send-off. The atmosphere hung heavy with tension as everyone stood in all black around the already dug grave in the cemetery. The gathering consisted of stone-faced mafia men, mostly Italian and others from all over the world.

I felt lost among them, but Nolan stood beside me in his black suit, almost blending in with the crowd except for his golden burnt curls, which made him impossible to miss, thereby leaving me painfully visible to the exposed crowd.

When I spotted Russel by the priest, he was in his sharply tailored black suit, one of those ones that usually had his name specially engraved on the collar, but this time his shirt was white and untucked, the jacket also unbuttoned, adding a roguish handsomeness to him that left the breath in my throat hitching.

His hair was styled for the occasion, shiny brown strands falling to his