Her Mafia Lord

CHAPTER Twelve

Marco had made sure to reach out to all members of the family to grace the yearly occasion and to him, this one happened to be a special one because he wouldn’t only be seeing his sons, but also his grandsons as announced by some of the members of the family.

Amore, Bianca and her son Alonso had just arrived at the penthouse in Mexico where the family usually held the event. When they entered, Bianca had her sight set fixated around for Giovanni to know If he would had arrived.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, as long as I am with you, I promise that no harm would come for you” Amore assured her with his words and smile. Even though Bianca tried to convince herself about what he had just said, deep down she knew that Giovanni wasn’t a man to joke with.

“Welcome brother” a young man dressed In a black Armani tuxedo had greeted Amore the moment they entered the living room which looked grand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you again Norman; and I must say you look quite astonishing on the suit” Amore complimented the young lad who had this cheesy smile that made him look quite handsome.

“Your wife I presume” Norman pointed to Bianca causing Amore to turn around and look at her with smile on his face.

“Of course, pardon my manners, meet Bianca and Bianca, this is Norman Levi one of my cousins” Norman shook hands with Bianca.

“I must say she look quite ravishing” Bianca made it a point to smile genuinely at the man for the compliment. She liked how gracefully the man spoke and how elegant he seemed.

“And I guess this is your son too” Norman noticed a child being carried by one of the body guard. Bianca had handed Alonso over to her personal body guard to help look after.

“It’s a long story Norman, why don’t we just heard over to meet the rest of the family” Amore decided to change the topic as he had no positive answer to the question that Norman had asked.

The living room was two, the first was the one that led to the second and it was also the one they had just conversed.

“Father” Amore greeted Marco who was sitting side by side with Priscilla boring holes through his eyes on Bianca

“Why are you in the possession of Giovanni’s wife?” Marco asked not removing his eyes off Bianca who was already frightened by the ambience she was recieving from the two.

“She is my soon to be wife” Amore declared causing everyone in the hall gasp including Bianca; she wasn’t aware of this arrangement and she was certain this looked like an ambush for Giovanni, Amore was playing a mind game.

“Your wife?” Marco asked after recovering from the shock of hearing the news from his beloved son.

“Yes my wife” He confirmed

“You do know she is Giovanni’s?” King asked taking his hot gaze back to Bianca who was still shocked that Amore had announced her as his wife.

“She doesn’t belong to Giovanni, he can go to hell for all I care” Amore declared.

“But what do you two see in this low life gold digging bitch?” Priscilla asked.

“Mother, I haven’t disrespected you before, and clearly I don’t want to start now. Bianca isn’t worth the insult you just poured out” Amore remarked.

“Oh! Please don’t give me that talk Amore, you are my son and clearly I see you have been puppy charmed by this bitch” Priscilla spatted out causing Bianca to once again gasp at the horrendous insults being rained on her.

“It is okay honey, let us wait for Giovanni to come, I believe he will have a say about this” Giovanni calmed his wife down. Bianca was already nervous as she believed that Giovanni would be here any minute from now.

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Giovanni had taken his precious time to do what he needed to do for his company in New York before heading down to Mexico where his parents would be anticipating his arrival.

When Giovanni arrived with his escorts, the entire penthouse was already filled with cars of his brothers, cousin and other members of the family that made up the Elites. It was a rule that once the male eldest son isn’t seated or hasn’t arrived at the penthouse, no one was eating this he was aware that no one would have eaten at the moment.

Opening the living room he moved flawlessly across the red carpet up the stairs matching up to the hall where everyone would be gathered. He could feeling the laughing and chattering before he opened the door.

When Lucifer his new escort helped opened the door, he was graced with a number of people awaiting his presence and with a smile he entered but that smile will falter when his eyes landed on Bianca.

“Impossible!” Giovanni stated to no one but himself. He tried to go meet her but was immediately stopped by one of Amore’s bodyguard, causing Lucifer to also try and interfare with the man and his towering height caused the bodyguard look like a kid in his sight.

“Bianca, is that really you” Giovanni asked from afar. Amore came into view and wrapped his arms around her waist. Giovanni was perplexed, why was his step brother holding his wife like that and why did he had that devilish smirk laced on his lips.

“It is good to have you son” Marco stated, trying to cut the brewing tension that was in the air as Giovanni watched Amore’s hand still on her waist.

“What are you doing? Get your hands of my wife” Giovanni warned.

“She is mine now brother” Amore said with a smile causing Giovanni to fold his hands into fists, he looked ready to devour the entire flesh that made up Amore.

“You son of a….” He was stopped by a slap across the face causing him to turn around to see Priscilla standing looking at him.

“You won’t insult me because of this thing” She said standing her ground. Every other member in the family had gone quiet as they watched the drama unfold before them.

“Enough of all this madness” Marco declared with his authoritative voice.

“No father! Amore here is very evil, he tricked Bianca. I should have seen the bigger picture now.” Giovanni pointed out and before he could say anything else, his eyes fell on the two year old Alonso who was in the arms of one of Amore escort.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Is that our son” he turned and asked Bianca who seemed to have became a shadow of herself during this scene.

“He is our son, this is Alonso” Bianca stated and retrieved Alonso from the escort and held him up in her arms. Giovanni’s heart melted when he saw the eyes of the boy. He was seeing his younger self, innocent, happy and full of excess joy.

“Why? Why? Bianca, why did you chose to be with him” Giovanni said the last word with a tone of resentment.

“I had no one to run to Giovanni, I didn’t want to go to my uncle because clearly I know you will come looking for me, I just wanted to stay far away from you” Bianca explained with a broken voice.

“Gentlemen, Ladies dinner is ready” Priscilla announced after being informed by the chief cook.

“This matter would be resolved in the round table of discussion after this meal but for now, let us go and eat” Marco declared once more.

To make matters was, Amore kissed Bianca on the fore head and held her arms and took her out of the hall to the dinning where they braced themselves to eat.

While everybody digged into their rice which was covered with peppered stew along side chickens of various size, the whole dinning ro was quiet. Marco had made it a habit that no member of the elite should be found talking while eating as he regards the person as being mannerless.

Giovanni wasn’t eating his meal and infact, he was staring down at Bianca who was uncomfortable by the multiple of stare she was having from each person at a time. Even Marco seemed to stare at her every now and then.

She felt herself hyperventilating, she needed air from the tensed room and excused herself to use the bathroom. While in the bathroom, she took a long breath and stared at the mirror before her, she was already having eye bags laced underneath her eyes and one strand of her hair fell to the floor. She couldn’t believe stress could make this life hard for her.

“But why?” She turned around and saw Giovanni in the bathroom standing by the edge of the door staring at her.