The Mafia and Her ✔

Chapter 42

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"I take it you know how to punch someone?" Basilio, Dario's grandpa, asked me as Jolene, Phoebe, and I sat on a bench in the park. It was a beautiful day to be outside. Izan, Dario, and the men had arrived in Gothenburg, and I prayed no one got hurt. 

I didn't want to cry anymore. I wanted to celebrate life with everyone.

"Do you want to test my strength?" I grinned, cracking my fingers, and he chuckled, looking at Jolene.

"No, grazie. I tested Jolene when I first met her and got flipped over her shoulders. I learned my lesson," he explained, and I laughed. She was freakishly strong and smart and beautiful. She had it all.

Phoebe was busy on her phone, saying she needed to reply to a few emails. She had been postponing them for a while now. Procrastination was my worst enemy, but recently, we were becoming lovers, so I understood her.

I looked around the park and smiled at the children and their parents. A mom was wiping her son's face with a loving expression.

This will be me someday.

"It's been a few hours since they landed. Do you think they're done?" Jolene asked Basilio, and he shrugged.

"Axel has a lot of hideouts and men, so it might take a while before they wipe them out."

I sighed and looked at Izan's last message to me. He wrote 'Te amo, amor xoxo' and I smiled. He was so doting and loving, and I really hoped he would be my future husband. 

I didn't want to see another woman by his side. My jealousy would never be able to handle it.

"Who wants coffee?" I asked and stood up.

"Not me," Jolene and Phoebe replied together.

"I want a bottle of water if you don't mind," Basilio requested, and I nodded. I grabbed my wallet and walked to the booth next to the road. No one was standing in line, which was good. I didn't want to stand for long. My period was killing me.

"Buon pomeriggio. Posso avere una tazza di caffè e una bottiglia d'acqua, per favore?" I asked the man behind the counter, and he nodded. [Good afternoon. Can I have a cup of coffee and a bottle of water, please?]

I waited a few minutes until the worker asked if the coffee was for me. It was a weird question, but I shrugged it off. 

"Ecco qua, divertitevi." The man handed me my order with a grin, and I paid and headed back to the bench. That was strange. [Here you go, enjoy.]

"Basilio," I gave him the bottle, removed the cap from my cup, and drank my coffee. I arched my eyebrows, feeling odd. 

Apparently, Jolene saw my reaction. She stood beside me and patted my shoulder. "What's wrong?" Her question grabbed Phoebe's and Basilio's attention.

I stared at the black coffee and got an idea of what was happening. "It tastes funny," I commented, and not a second later, I felt something block my airways. I released the cup, alerting them, and dropped to my knees. 

I wrapped my hands around my throat, scratching my skin, trying to catch my breath, but it was difficult. It was like I forgot how to breathe.

How ironic would it be if I died here when I made Izan promise no one dies there...