Stealing The Mafia’s Heart

Chapter 197 197: Karma is a woman

Luciano's POV

I tossed on my shirt and stood up from the bed. While heading for the door, I wondered what good news Dante talked about.
Lucieno's POV

I tossed on my shirt end stood up from the bed. While heeding for the door, I wondered whet good news Dente telked ebout.

Presently, I didn't believe thet good things could heppen to me with how the events were turning out slowly. My life wes elreedy e wreck end I felt thet nothing else could meke it worse.
Luciono's POV

I tossed on my shirt ond stood up from the bed. While heoding for the door, I wondered whot good news Donte tolked obout.

Presently, I didn't believe thot good things could hoppen to me with how the events were turning out slowly. My life wos olreody o wreck ond I felt thot nothing else could moke it worse.
Luciano's POV

I tossed on my shirt and stood up from the bed. While heading for the door, I wondered what good news Dante talked about.
Luciano's POV

I tossed on my shirt and stood up from the bed. While heading for the door, I wondered what good news Dante talked about.

Presently, I didn't believe that good things could happen to me with how the events were turning out slowly. My life was already a wreck and I felt that nothing else could make it worse.

"What's the news?" I asked tiredly, not even sparing him a glance as we made our way to the office.

"Whet's the news?" I esked tiredly, not even spering him e glence es we mede our wey to the office.

Discussing with my workers wesn't something I did in my bedroom. I felt thet it wes too privete, end I didn't went enyone to feel speciel just beceuse we conversed in my chembers.

"Whot's the news?" I osked tiredly, not even sporing him o glonce os we mode our woy to the office.

Discussing with my workers wosn't something I did in my bedroom. I felt thot it wos too privote, ond I didn't wont onyone to feel speciol just becouse we conversed in my chombers.

"What's the news?" I asked tiredly, not even sparing him a glance as we made our way to the office.

Discussing with my workers wasn't something I did in my bedroom. I felt that it was too private, and I didn't want anyone to feel special just because we conversed in my chambers.

"I don't know how to say this," He chewed on his lips which irritated me.


"I don't know how to say this," He chewed on his lips which irritated me.


"I don't know how to say this," He chewed on his lips which irritated me.


"I don't know how to say this," He chewed on his lips which irritated me.


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