Chosen By The Mafia by Nina Daniel (best reads of all time TXT) 📕

18

“Lana, are you okay?” Armando rushed to me while saying this, “What did that motherfucker do to you?”

Hurt me, used me, I'm ungrateful, heartbroken, damaged, suicidal “I-I’m o-okay. He attacked me but Nicolas saved me” I had too many emotions up to remain balanced, and this was the quickest lucid answer I could think of

“Son of a bitch!” he blessed him with a swear 

I thought he had sent him to me but the moment he came in with this face of worriment debated otherwise but this could also be a play of his sick games. Living with him has taught me little smarts and his manipulative strategies so I can’t trust him on this. “Who was he?” I asked him with my doe eyes,

“Will be nobody till tomorrow,” he replied. quite friendly.

I sighed when I got up the signal, he was thinking about killing him and again this would be because of me, I can’t face this, ever. I thought my baby would’ve knocked some sense in him but no, not a chance. How come I forgot he was the Mafia’s heart without owning one himself.

“Killing is not always a solution,” I suggested him with a straight face,

“But it solves the problem,” he lifted his eyebrow, telling me he wouldn't stop too easily

“At least, I don’t want you to kill him because of me, I can’t bear that burden on my shoulders,” I revealed to him my cause of disruption, but clearly he had no heart to get my point.

“Forget that I’ll spare him, he touched you, he touched what’s mine and he will pay for it. Bloody asshole. I don’t care how is he to me or to my family, I don’t get up on touching my girl ever, he has to face what he booked himself for,” Does he know that I hugged Nicolas?

I looked behind Armando to find Nicolas, standing with head bowed. I was flabbergasted on his sudden change of gestures. He had a different body language. I immediately changed my eyes to Armando before he noticed any sign of caution on my face. “I can’t debate you on that but one thing I want you to remember, your sins can be heavy on me or my child because I believe in karma. Before you do something inhuman, just remember that you are going to have a little human of your own, and then, think twice if someone kills him because you killed their loved one. How would you feel then?” I gave him a brief sermon so he could decide straight. 

I wasn’t advocating that what that man did was acceptable but my heart won’t support the fact of killing him because of what he did. That was massively wrong but not worthy of a death sentence. I always believed in second chances, no matter what I do, I can’t be cruel or let anyone be on my behalf. 

He stared directly in my eyes.  Maybe trying to find any possible signs of approval, I thought that. He didn’t say anything on that just, “Let’s go. It’s time for you to show up,” he said coldly. I noted that he wasn’t happy with my statement at all but this had to be in his mind. 

We walked to the ballroom with pin-drop silence, he didn’t utter anything to me nor I asked him to. When we reached there, he held my hand before entering the hall. I looked at him but he didn’t spare me a look, and continued to walk forward. 

A light on our direction and claps of the crowd welcomed us, somebody among them whistled too, I grinned a little on that, how silly yet welcoming. 

With little steps, we walked down from the stairs. Armando started introducing me to his family and some friends. 

It started from her sister, Julianna whom I talked to once. She was a totally upside down version of Armando, I wasn’t expecting her this at all - all cheerful and optimistic. I was glad to meet her, at least someone is an unspoiled egg in them. She literally treated me like I was her family. Then there came his cousins. Whoah, there were a lot of them. An extensive number of men which had handsome sharp faces and girls or women with drop-dead gorgeous faces.

Ivanka, Jordan, Eliana, Angelo, Antonio, Carla, Simon, Ashlynn, Alexander and many more were the names I heard but remembered a few. I needed time to learn them. 

Almost every one of them complimented me and my dress. They were actually kind to me and I liked that, I’m always fond of kind people, they’re my favourite. 

After meeting the youngest to the oldest, I gave myself a break, I started feeling nauseous and Armando spotted that on my face. “Feel like vomiting?” he inquired and I lightly nodded. 

He smiled and placed a kiss on my hair, I was still. Not knowing what to feel. Neither I could tell him to stop in front of these people nor I could ask him to bluff me about Brazil right now. 

He asked the female minder to take me to the bathroom but I smilingly rejected taking her with me. He wanted to take no risk on my security so he warned me with a cunning smirk that he would come with me If I disobeyed twice, that clearly clued intimacy.

I followed the minder, she led me to that restroom and I stepped in. I did my business and calmed the palpitation. Then suddenly the door opened and a girl who I met came in the cousin’s group walked in. What was her name, Elian... No, Ash… Ashlynn, yes Ashlynn.  She was passing me a smile but had a roguish touch in it. I returned her my honest one. 

“You good?” She asked, staring at me. Maybe checking my health thoroughly

“Yeah,” I replied, not knowing if she knew about the baby.

“Fetus giving a hard time?” she asked again with an annoying face and then I learnt she knows about it. I chuckled while glancing my belly, “Yeah, kinda,” I replied

“Wish I could be at your place,” she said and that’s when her shade got darker. I gave her an ‘I-don’t-get-it’ look and she continued, “I prayed to be at your position but look you seemed to have stolen it from me…” she paused for a second, giving me a hollow look.

“Who are you actually in front of me? A bag of bones? A chicken kiddo?... I mean really? YOU?” the way she mocked me like I was a bottom dog.