The Mafia’s Forbidden Desire

ROSALINDA.

Lorenzo arrived shortly after he was summoned and was led to the living room, where Papà, Mama, Marco, Sofia, Giovanni, and I were all waiting impatiently for him.

“Don Roberto.” He grinned as he approached Papà. He extended his hand for a handshake, which Papà took reluctantly.

He didn’t even bother to acknowledge the rest of us sitting in the living room.

“How’s your health? How do you feel now?” He asked Papà.

Papà didn’t answer that question. It was obvious that he wasn’t interested in a chitchat.

Instead, he gestured at the sofa that was opposite him. “Have a seat.”

I never knew Papà cared so much about his grandson until today. The rage burning beneath his eyes was so intense.

Lorenzo drew his brows together. “I thought you wanted my advice on business matters.” He darted his gaze at us. “Why would we have it here?”

“Seat, please.” Papà said again, not bothering to explain anything to him.

“Okay.” Lorenzo said, exhaling sharply before going to sit.

“So, why did you call me here?” He asked.

“My grandson is missing. He was kidnapped.” Papà told him.

“I am sorry about that. But…” he raised a brow. “Is that why you called me here? What does that have to do with me?”

“Your boys took him.” Papà muttered; he wasn’t even asking.

“Excuse me?!” Lorenzo exclaimed, a deep frown masking his features. He shook his head. “That’s not a funny accusation.”

“Roll up your sleeve.” Papà said, the frown on his face matching Lorenzo’s.

“Why?”

“I don’t joke about my family, Lorenzo. I am not asking; I am telling you to roll up your sleeves. You made a mistake by coming here alone.”

“You can’t threaten me, Roberto.” Lorenzo jerked up angrily and slipped his gun out, pointing it at Papà.

Matteo and Giovanni promptly clocked their guns, pointing them in Lorenzo’s direction.

Lorenzo darted his gaze at them, and realising he was outnumbered, he sighed and conceded defeat.

“I swear, I’ll make you pay for this.” He groaned as he rolled up his sleeves in fury. “What now?!”

“The other sleeve.” Papa’s voice was surprisingly calm.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“This is ridiculous!” He groaned and rolled it up.

“Rosalinda, Is this the type of tattoo you saw on them?” Papà asked, his gaze fixed on his wrist.

“Yes.” I nodded. It was the same snake tattoo.

“Where is my son?” I asked Lorenzo. It took everything within me to control myself and not charge at the fucker.

“I don’t know.” He replied nonchalantly. He returned his attention to Papà.

“I don’t know what this means, but I’ve had enough. I’m leaving now.”

He began to walk away, but Matteo and Giovanni promptly blocked his way.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Gio groaned.

Lorenzo flicked his gaze at Papà, with intense rage burning beneath his eyes. “What’s all this?” He demanded.

Papà sighed. “The men who abducted Carlo had the same tattoo as the one on your wrist and-”

“What are you trying to insinuate? You believe they are my men because of a fucking tattoo?” He cut him off with a growl. “Any idiot could go to any tattoo parlour to get this done!”

Papà raised a brow. “Is that so?”

“If you continue with this and do not let me go now, I will not continue with our agreement!” He threatened. He had so much guts.

I had never had so much desire to want someone dead like I did with him at that moment.

Papà’s nostrils flared as he retorted. “The agreement had already been called off the moment you kidnapped my grandson. I won’t argue with you, Lorenzo. Antonio is currently at your house to rescue my grandson. So, until he returns, I have no words for you.”

Lorenzo’s eyes widened in perplexity at what Papà just told him. He quickly tugged his phone out of his pocket and attempted to dial a number.

But Matteo snatched the phone out of his hand. “I wouldn’t do that.”

“What the fuck!” Lorenzo groaned, stomping his foot hard on the floor in frustration. “Fuck! Damn it!”

Just then, we heard the sound of a car driving through the driveway, and I ran outside, hoping it was Antonio, hoping he had rescued my baby.

Antonio came out of the car parked in the driveway. His white shirt was immensely stained with blood, and my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach at the sight. A pang of pain pulled on my chest when I didn’t see Carlo in sight.

“Where is Carlo? Did you find him?” I asked eagerly as I ran towards him, my chest heaving continuously.

“He’s fine.” He sighed as he opened the door to the back seat.

Carlo was there, sitting in the car with his face flooded with tears.

“Mommy.” He cried.

“Carlo.” My voice came out as a whisper as I inched closer to him and scooped him up in my arms.

I hurriedly observed every inch of his body, and when I was sure that he wasn’t physically hurt, I burst into tears and hugged him even tighter.

“My baby.” I cried, unable to hold back my tears. I didn’t know what I would have done if anything had happened to him. I didn’t know what I would have done without Antonio.

I turned to look at Antonio. “Thank you. I don’t even know how to appreciate you.” I inched closer to him and wrapped one arm around him in a hug. “Thank you so very much.”

I didn’t know why he risked his life to save my son, but I was immensely grateful to him.

I pulled away from the hug and looked at his face, the anger I harboured towards Lorenzo rushing back in as I seethed. “Was he the one? Was it Lorenzo who kidnapped my son?”

He nodded. The rage that burned within him was palpable in the way the veins on his forehead bulged.

“Where is he?” He groaned.

“In the living room,” I told him.

He promptly walked away from me, heading towards the front door in long, angry strides.

I didn’t know what he planned to do with Lorenzo, but I hoped the rage burning within him was wild enough for him to kill that animal.