My Mafia Brother’s Abandoned Little Moon Chapter 08

My Mafia Brother’s Abandoned Little Moon Chapter 08

“Why… why is this happening… Father… Antonella…” 

Giuseppe screamed incoherently, pounding his head 

and chest frantically with his fists. 

He seemed unable to accept this truth. 

“You’re completely wrong.” 

“It’s all wrong. Why is everything wrong?” 

The immense pain and the upheaval of his worldview 

nearly drove Giuseppe mad. 

After what seemed like an eternity, Giuseppe slowly 

raised his trembling hand and, inch by inch, gathered. 

up the bloodstained diary and the scattered 

screenshots of evidence from the floor. 

He picked them up again, smoothed them out, and 

folded them neatly. 

Then he staggered to his feet, walked over to the desk, 

and picked up the red phone with the internal 

encryption. 

He dialed the number corresponding to the family’s 

most important wanted notice. 

The phone connected. 

“This is Giuseppe Romano.” 

“As Don’s heir, I am issuing a family warrant. My sister Carmela betrayed family secrets, framed a family member, and caused Don to be shot, thereby tarnishing the Romano family’s legacy.” 

“Putting Carmela on trial was also Don’s wish.” 

There was an incredulous silence on the other end of 

the line. 

Giuseppe closed his eyes as two streams of hot liquid trickled down his cold cheeks. 

Sorry, Antonella. 

I was too late. 

Carmela was taken away at a luxury brand gala. 

One moment she was basking in the adulation of the guests. The next, she was taken away in full view of everyone by several stern–faced mafia members. 

She was confined in the auditorium, facing judgment from the crowd and the spirits of the dead. 

In the Romano family, the soul of a traitor would never 

rest in peace. 

My mother, Mrs. Romano, seemed to have aged twenty years overnight after Carmela was taken away. She no 

longer went out or accepted visitors; she would often 

sit alone, staring blankly into space in the room where Antonella had once lived. 

Everything in the room was just as it had been, as if the owner had merely stepped out for a moment. 

Sometimes she would stare at the empty bed and 

mutter to herself: 

“Antonella, are you playing hide–and–seek again?” 

“Mom bought you the princess dress you like.” 

“It’s getting cold–don’t forget to put on more 

clothes.” 

But inside the room, only her own voice echoed. 

There was no longer that girl who would eagerly call 

her “Mother.” 

After executing the traitor, Giuseppe quickly wasted 

away. The Romano family began to fall apart, with new 

mafia families constantly emerging to vie for the 

Romano family’s resources. But Giuseppe was 

powerless to stop it; he became taciturn and spent 

most of his time at the cemetery on the outskirts of 

town. 

My gravestone was always kept clean, with fresh white 

lily of the valley–my favorite flowers–placed there. 

Giuseppe went to change them himself every morning. 

He would often sit by the grave for an entire day, sometimes in silence, and other times speaking softly to the cold headstone. 

“Antonella, it’s a beautiful day today. I really miss you.” 

“The person who hurt you has already gone to hell.” 

“Mother… she’s getting old, and she’s always talking about you.” 

It was an apology that no one had listened to for a long time, and one that would never receive a response. 

Giuseppe’s moon was gone. 

He had lost it himself. 

It was gone forever. 

His Antonella had been only twenty–two when she 

died. 

So, having read this far, you might be wondering: did I really die? 

The answer was no. Life was like a box of chocolates- 

you never knew what you were going to get. 

Marco contacted Doctor Mel. Doctor Mel took a keen 

interest in my case. Eager to see me as soon as 

possible, he followed Marco as they burst into the 

Romano residence and found me unconscious in the 

basement of the auditorium. 

“In about a minute, you would have died from a lack of oxygen to the brain,” Mel vividly described the harrowing scene. 

“And I just happened to have a new drug. It had some pretty severe side effects. Patients who took it might go into a state of apparent death. Of course, that wouldn’t pass clinical ethics review. I was about to give up, but for some reason, that night I happened to have that new drug with me.” 

“At the time, I saw that you were on the verge of death. I also saw that your family was treating you very badly, so I came up with this idea–to give you an injection of the new drug.” 

“If you hadn’t survived, you wouldn’t have lost anything. In a situation like that, not even God could have saved you.” 

“If you made it out alive, my project funding would be saved.” Mel clapped his hands and laughed. 

I laughed along with him. “No matter how many times I hear it, it’s still a thrilling story. I’m so grateful to you 

for giving me a second chance at life.” 

“Of course you should thank me,” Mel said, standing 

up and winking at me. “But don’t forget who you really 

ought to thank.” 

He walked out of the ward, and Marco was standing at 

the door. 

Marco looked at me with reddened eyes. “I’m so glad to 

see you’ve woken up, Antonella.” 

I watched him quietly. 

Marco walked over and said to me, “See? I’ve pulled 

you out of hell. You’ll never be able to escape me again. 

You said it yourself: the mafia always finds excuses to break their promises.” 

“You didn’t break our promise,” I said with a bright 

smile. “You said that if I wanted to leave, I could. But 

now, I don’t want to leave you anymore.” 

Marco hugged me in surprise. “Really? So you’ll marry 

me?” 

I felt a little dizzy. Mel rushed in, looking worried. I was 

forced to lie down on the bed. 

But I still insisted, “Of course, Marco. I love you.”