I Faked My Death to Escape the Mafia Don After My Daughter Died Chapter 09

I Faked My Death to Escape the Mafia Don After My Daughter Died Chapter 09

Giovanna had a dream.

In the dream, a little girl wore a cute princess dress with a huge bow on her head, but her

face was covered in blood.

Her expression was dazed and full of pain as she cried.

“Mommy, why didn’t you save me?”

“It hurt so much. It really hurt…”

No.

She hadn’t.

She hadn’t refused to save her.

Giovanna trembled as she stepped forward, wanting to hug the daughter she hadn’t seen in

three years.

But the little girl screamed and dodged her.

“You were an accomplice. You killed me. I hate you.”

“I’ll never forgive you.”

No.

Giovanna woke from the dream.

Vittorio noticed immediately.

“What’s wrong? Nightmare? Don’t be scared, I’m here…”

He could not finish his words.

The person in his arms had only coldness left in her eyes, without a trace of love.

The panic in his heart grew worse.

He said desperately, “I sent Serena and Dario away. Ansela’s remains were the last time I

helped them.”

“No one will disturb us again. Love me one more time, okay?” ”

Giovanna’s gaze was ice-cold.

Her voice was hoarse.

“Get out.”

Pain stabbed through Vittorio’s heart.

But he comforted himself.

Giovanna was only angry for now.

He could coax her.

For the next few days, Vittorio stayed by her side and tried every way to make her happy.

But Giovanna seemed to have lost her soul.

She refused to say a single unnecessary word to him.

Just as Vittorio grew frustrated, his assistant called.

“Don Vittorio Rizzuto, Miss Conti and the young master never boarded the plane.”

He frowned deeply.

He had just hung up when his phone suddenly seemed to be hacked, and a video popped up

on its own.

A hooded man strapped a bomb to Serena, then tore at her clothes with an obscene smile.

“Vittorio Rizzuto, this is your woman, right? I wonder what she tastes like.”

Vittorio recognized him as one of his enemies, and his face changed sharply.

“Stop.”

“What do you want?”

The man touched his chin, as if he had thought of a brilliant idea.

“Don’t you have a wife? A bomb disposal expert? The one who saved your son from my

hands back then?”

“Bring her in exchange. Don’t worry. I won’t kill her. I only want to see the world’s top bomb disposal skills.”