CHAPTER NINETY-NINE

I discreetly wipe the sweat from my brow so nobody notices. I'm feeling like shit, nausea rolling in my stomach. So far, I have been lucky not to have any morning sickness, but today of all days, it feels like everything I've eaten for the last week threatens to spill out of my throat.

Typically, after a funeral, people would visit the deceased's house, but neither Alessandro nor Dario wanted people in their parent's house.

So now we're at a fancy hotel's event hall with people who can't wait to steal Alessandro's time.

Some of the attendees look like they are from the mafia, and some look like respected businessmen. Much like Alessandro's split focus in his own business.

Dario is mostly looking after Gabby, who is in a wheelchair with one of the nurses close by. She didn't want to miss the funeral, but she must be tired right now.

Hell, I'm tired right now. It's been a long day.

Thomas hands me a cold bottle of water, and I gratefully open it and drink almost the whole bottle i