The Mafia’s Forbidden Desire

ANTONIO.

I have been sitting here for a while now, observing Ruby, as I contemplated whether to question her now or wait till she’s settled. She still appeared visibly terrified.

She had refused to eat or drink anything since she was brought here and hadn’t uttered a word to me since I was seated here. Although she looked frightened, it didn’t seem like she was scared of me. She was scared of something else. Perhaps she was scared of losing Rosalinda.

“Is she okay?” She finally asked after a while, breaking the long stretch of silence.

Without uttering a word In response, I continued staring at her.

“Tell me.” She persisted, her voice growing more desperate. “I know you went to see her. Is she okay? Does she know that you were the one who sent those men?”

I maintained my silence, debating whether to ask her what I needed to know now or later.

“Say something, please.” She pleaded when she didn’t get a response.

“I have something to ask you, which is why you are here. But I won’t ask now. I would come back when you are more settled.” I finally spoke.

Without waiting for her response, I leapt to my feet and started walking away from her.

“Please just tell me if she’s okay or not. Please. I am really worried. Please.” She pleaded, and I could sense the worries weighing on her voice.

I stopped in my tracks, then half turned to look at her. “She’s fine and stable.”

A sigh of relief escaped her lips, as if a heavy weight had been lifted off her chest. “Thank God.” She muttered.

I glanced at her for a second before continuing on my way. Before I made it out of the room, she quickly spoke again.

“Just ask whatever you want to ask now. I want to get out of here as soon as possible.”

I turned to look at her and observed her for a minute before nodding my head in agreement. “Okay. If that’s what you want.”

She sounded bolder now and less terrified, so it was safe to ask her questions.

I strolled back to where she was seated and settled on the seat opposite her.

Without wasting more time, I went straight to the point. “Who is Carlo’s father?”

Her mouth fell agape as a look of shock saturated her features for a second, before swiftly changing her expression into a neutral one.

“Who’s Carlo?” She asked, feigning ignorance.

I was certain she knew exactly who I was referring to; it was quite evident.

“Ruby.” I called as I made a steeple of my fingers. “I don’t want to take this the hard way. Give me what I want while I am still asking nicely.”

She raised a questioning brow. “What are you talking about? Who the fuck is Carlo?”

“You know who Carlo is.”

She shook her head. “I don’t. Who is he?”Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

She was just as stubborn as Rosalinda.

I sighed. “It seems you are enjoying your stay here and would like to prolong it longer than I intended for you to.”

“I really don’t know who Carlo is. And once I get out of here, you are going to jail. You can’t just kidnap me out of your own will to question me about a matter I know nothing about. You are going to jail, and guess what? Not on one charge, but on two charges. Attempted murder and kidnapping.” She blurted out in a single breath.

I leaned forward, my voice low but loud enough for her to hear. “I suppose you don’t know who I am, ma’am. I can’t go to jail.”

She scoffed. “Just because you are rich doesn’t mean you are above the law. Even if I don’t have the power to send you to jail, Rosa’s father is more than powerful enough to send you to jail for trying to kill his daughter. Read my lips. YOU ARE GOING TO JAIL.” She stated, with emphasis on the last words.

I pressed my lips together in a thin line. She clearly knew nothing about her friend’s background and I wondered how Rosalinda managed to keep that aspect of her life hidden. I wanted to tell her that Roberto would never report me to the authorities because he wouldn’t want to throw a stone in a glass house, but I wouldn’t do that because she wasn’t worth my time.

“I would return and ask you that question again, and you better cooperate then. If you don’t, I will do what I have to do.” I told her before rising to my feet and trudging towards the door. She began to yell, demanding I let her go, but I paid her no mind.

As I stepped out of the room, I saw Marco Stefano and Enzo standing in the hallway, waiting for me.

“What do you intend to do with them, boss?” Marco asked me, and I pressed my lips tightly together before sighing.

“What do you think we should do with them?” I asked, raising a brow.

“It’s your decision to make me boss. You won’t like my own decision considering the person involved.”

I darted my gaze between Stefano and Enzo, contemplating whether to get rid of them or just punish them for their misdeeds. After a few seconds of thought, I made a decision and sighed.

Darting my gaze at Marco, I sighed again. “The police are looking for them. Ask them to surrender. I won’t cover for them. And they know the consequences if they dare mention my name.” I spoke to him as if the people I was referring to weren’t standing right there.

Fortunately, the police weren’t aware that someone had been abducted, so they were only searching for the culprits responsible for the accident. Stefano and Enzo were lucky that Rosalinda had survived; if not, they wouldn’t have had the chance to go to jail-they would have joined her in the grave.