My Mafia Brother’s Abandoned Little Moon Chapter 05

My Mafia Brother’s Abandoned Little Moon Chapter 05

Giuseppe’s point of view: 

As night fell, the sound of an argument could be faintly 

heard coming from the Romano family’s front door. 

The butler bowed with a look of distress and said: 

“Giuseppe, the Ferraro family’s driver and Assistant 

Xu are blocking the entrance, saying they’re acting on 

Mr. Ferraro’s orders.” 

“It’s getting late. They insist we take Antonella home.” 

Giuseppe looked up, his voice betraying no emotion. 

“Go back? Go back and keep being Marco’s mistress?” 

The butler chose his words carefully and continued. 

“Yes, they insist that Antonella has a chronic condition 

and must receive treatment at the same time every 

day.” 

“If we don’t release her, Mr. Ferraro might come here 

in person and reenact the ‘Bloody Auditorium‘ incident 

from back then.” 

Giuseppe clenched his fists, a flash of savagery 

crossing his eyes. 

“I was wondering why Antonella was so bold as to 

barge into the Romano family’s compound to steal 

intelligence–turns out she had someone backing her 

up.” 

“Go tell the Ferraro family–Antonella was once the 

Romano family’s princess, but now she is a traitor to 

the Romano family. Whether dead or alive, she belongs 

to the Romano family. If anyone else attempts to 

interfere in the Romano family’s affairs, it will be 

considered a provocation against the Romano family.” 

“Yes, Underboss.” 

The butler dared not say more; he bowed in 

acknowledgment. 

“Wait.” 

“What happened to the traitor in the auditorium. 

basement?” 

The butler paused for a moment, then replied 

respectfully. 

“She hasn’t made a sound.” 

“At first, she struggled and screamed a bit, but then 

she probably realized it was no use, so she stopped 

making a fuss. Now she’s very quiet. It looks like 

she’s… much more well–behaved.” 

“Hmm.” 

Giuseppe gave a barely audible reply. 

The image of that pale, despairing, tear–streaked face flashed uncontrollably through his mind. 

“Have someone send some food in later.” 

“Just keep a close eye on her and make sure she doesn’t pull any tricks. There’s no need for her to starve.” 

But Carmela, who was standing nearby, spoke up to stop them. 

“Giuseppe, are you afraid she’ll starve to death?” 

As Carmela spoke, her eyes seemed to grow redder, and her voice began to break. 

“Antonella was the one who betrayed Father’s whereabouts back then, and he was shot in the head by an enemy’s bullet. He’s been in a coma ever since. Now she hasn’t given up on her evil schemes and wants to harm you too. She’s practically trying to destroy the entire Romano family.” 

“If we hadn’t caught it early, the consequences would have been unimaginable.” 

“One as ungrateful and incorrigible as her deserves to be dealt with according to family law–she should be shot on the spot. Why should you still show her the slightest mercy? Sending her food? I’m afraid that once she’s full, she’ll come up with some other malicious 

scheme.” 

Giuseppe seemed to have had enough of listening. 

He interrupted her, his voice a little hoarse. 

“All right. Go home and get some rest. I’ll get to the 

bottom of this.” 

Carmela pouted and had no choice but to leave. 

Back in the study, Giuseppe fell silent once more. 

A whirlwind of thoughts swirled through his mind, causing his brow to furrow deeper and deeper. 

Bang! 

Suddenly, a gunshot shattered the silence of the villa. 

Marco stormed into the villa with a group of mobsters. 

He happened to run into Carmela, who was on her way 

back to her room to rest, and grabbed her, holding a 

gun to her temple. 

“Giuseppe, get the hell out here.” 

“Or else, with my next shot, I’ll blow Carmela’s head 

off.” 

Giuseppe rushed out. 

Both shocked and furious, he shouted angrily. 

“Marco, are you crazy? Breaking in with a gun–what 

are you trying to do?” 

“Stop right there.” 

Marco shouted, pressing the gun hard against her 

head, causing Carmela to cry out in pain as if her scalp were about to split open. 

“One more step, and I’ll blow her head off.” 

“Ah–Giuseppe, help me.” 

Carmela was terrified out of her wits; she struggled and screamed frantically, her face streaked with tears and 

snot–a far cry from her usual grace and delicacy. 

“Give Antonella back to me.” 

“Otherwise, the next bullet will be lodged in your 

precious little sister’s skull. Marco Ferraro, always keep my word.”