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Fallen From Grace [Married to the Mafia Novel] Chapter 122
Jean“You promised,” I whine over breakfast, as I stuff my mouth with a spoonful of cereal.With a sigh, Dante finally looks up from his phone. He’s been on that thing since we woke up this morning, and no matter how bad I nagged him to tell me what was up, he wouldn’t budge.“I did promise that we’d talk,” he says tiredly, and it’s only seven in the morning. “But I also said to finish your breakfast first, if that could even be called breakfast.”I glare at him; how dare he insult cereal? But I don’t say anything for fear that he’d take back his decision to talk.“Okay, done,” I tell him, before getting up to take my used bowl to the sink. “Will you please tell me now why you’re being so secretive?”Dante huff out a short laugh, “I’m not being secretive, Jean. I just want you to eat,” he insists. “Come here.”I walk over to where Dante’s sitting on one of the kitchen counter stools. It could be my touch-hungry brain functioning because I instinctively place myself between Dante’s pa
Fallen From Grace [Married to the Mafia Novel] Chapter 123
JeanThe soft pelts of raindrops against our umbrellas drown the pastor’s soft words. The sudden presence of rain makes me believe that the universe mourns with our family.Twelve people. Today, we bury twelve people who sacrificed their lives for the sake of many. Today, we honor them.“Thank you for this,” I whisper, looping my arm with Dante’s resting my head on his arm. The closeness provides me comfort. Dante hums in response, but I know he too is emotional about this service.The service is beautiful. Despite the sudden rain, the fresh scent of flowers didn’t get washed away. Elegant arrangements of lilies and white daisies adorn the burial ground. Even with less than a dozen of us present, each family member’s eulogies were beautifully written.I admit I had something more barbaric in mind when I first thought of mafia family funerals, but I was pleasantly surprised to know that this is their norm. It’s not uncommon to lose members with such a dangerous job. As Daveed once told
Fallen From Grace [Married to the Mafia Novel] Chapter 124
JeanJust as I thought, Serafino Regis makes his entrance not long after I came to. The sight of him halts my struggles against the red ropes, as I’m overcome with fear of what he’s planning to do with me.“Well don’t you just look lovely like this, little Jean?” Even his voice makes me shiver. He looks nothing like what a man in his mid-fifties usually looks like. He appears much younger, and very fit too. He wears a dark red robe, loosely tied around his waist, his toned chest exposed just a little. In his hand, he cradles a wine glass half-filled with the same dark red of his robe.“You,” I say with all the hate I could muster from my body. There’s no denying how much this person had made me suffer. He killed my parents, took my sister away from me, and terrorized countless others.“Yes, it’s me,” Serafino says, a smile playing on his lips as if this amuses him. Licking his lips, he crosses the room to sit on what looks like an antique fauteuil.As if my position isn’t embarrassing
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Jean“Oh, if you could see yourself now, little Jean. You look delicious.”Serafino’s voice plays in the back of my mind like white noise being filtered. How long has it been? A few hours? Minutes? Maybe it has been days. I have no idea, having completely lost track of time.What I remember is Serafino returning after our first encounter with a bandaged nose. It made me snort. . But then, he was inserting a needle into my arm and suddenly nothing was funny anymore. It had been like that for quite a while. Serafino had been continuously pumping me full of whatever drugs to keep me sedated.Manageable.Susceptible.“Take it like a big girl, Jean,” he had said as he injected me with the drugs. I remember screaming and struggling against the ropes at the beginning. But he had done it over and over until I stopped struggling as he pushes the needle into my arm.I remember that it hurt for a while then there was just the dull throb in my arm, swollen from the consistent abuse of the needle.
Fallen From Grace [Married to the Mafia Novel] Chapter 126
DanteAntsy doesn’t even begin to cover how I feel at the moment. I’ve been pacing the office back and forth since the beginning of the raid.People say I’m a monster. Daring and unafraid, there’s nothing in the world that could truly terrify me. I thought so too. But all of those assumptions were proven wrong the day Jean was taken right from under my nose.“Remind me again why I’m not there, Luca? I should be the one who takes her back.”Luca looks at me tiresomely, “Dante, we both know the reason,” he says, his voice laced with frustration. “Serafino sent the new guy on your tail. Make a move now and Tsukishima Yū will have our asses handed to the FBI, then Interpol will be chasing us halfway across the globe. Never mind our deal with the police commissioner, he may follow the money, but if we get caught, he won’t be able to do anything with your assets frozen.”“You know for someone who speaks reason, your actions certainly do not match your words,” I remark, noting how Luca has h
Fallen From Grace [Married to the Mafia Novel] Chapter 127
DanteI’ve tortured many a person in all my years. Peeled off fingernails, sliced through the skin, pulled out teeth, and many more horrors fill my nightmares. But none of those feel nearly as satisfying as seeing the bane of my wife’s existence tied up and gagged; blindfolded and scared, and at my mercy.Without a sound and without another thought I charge for Serafino plunging the knife in my hand deep into his side.I revel in his muted screams against the cloth that gags him. Then, leaning closer I whisper. “That’s for when you stabbed Jean.”Stepping away, I leave the knife planted in his gut. There’s no reason for him to lose too much blood. At least not right away. So, for now, it stays there, as a reminder that everything else that’s about to happen to him is because he hurt my angel.I rip the gag off Serafino’s mouth leaving him sputtering in pain. “Is this what this is?” he scoffs, chuckling as saliva smears down his chin from having his tongue gagged for so long. “An eye f
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Dante“Drop off done, boss.” I nod once, without taking my eyes off Jean. I trust they followed my orders to the T. My soldier leaves the room without another word, leaving me alone with the only person that matters.I move closer to her, tucked in bed, sleeping peacefully as if nothing is wrong in the world. I wish I could provide peaceful nights like this for her forever.It felt like hours, but when Jean stirs in her sleep before finally opening her eyes, the wait was worth it. Everything is worth it to see my angel safe and with me.“D-Dante—” she softly calls but nothing else leaves her lips.“I’m here, love. Drink,” I order softly, helping her sit up and drink a glass of water. “How do you feel?”Jean sighs as she half-empties the glass, and hands it back to me before scooting down into a lying position again. She doesn’t speak yet sets her eyes on the ceiling wearing an expression I cannot decipher.So, I wait.I wait until she is ready.If space is what she needs then I will g
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JeanThough I’m still very much shaken and disoriented from the ordeal with Serafino Regis, I wanted to see for myself what has been happening.Dante told me that I had been gone for three days. It felt like years to me, but more than anything, it scares me that I don’t know everything that went on in that room, high on God-knows-what, and at the mercy of the man who claimed he wanted to skin me alive.“Did the plan go without a hitch?” I ask through a nearly full mouth of fried chicken. In my defense, Dante did promise to grant me any wish, and I just so happen to crave fried chicken after I narrowly escaped death.Dante joins me on the couch placing the glass of water I requested on the center table. I mutter a small thank you without taking my eyes off the television where a replay of last night’s news plays at my request.“No, not perfectly. But eventually, Serafino and nearly three hundred of his men are to be put to trial.” Dante sits close to me, yet I don’t feel suffocated, in
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