Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18 novel Chapter 167

“It’s ironic, isn’t it? Hayden went looking for Jack and because of that my father found out exactly where he was hiding and who he was hiding as,” Ethan revealed with a look of pure disgust on his face.

“That’s not true…” I said in a shocked whisper.

“It’s true enough, trust me. Hayden found Jack and soon after your parents had that unfortunate accident. My stupid father arranged it all. I had to beat him up until he was spurting out blood for him to confess everything…” Ethan said emotionlessly like it was nothing.

“What?” I gasped in shock.

I wasn’t sure if I was more shocked that my father somehow died because of Hayden or the fact that Ethan beat up his own dad for him to confess. Suddenly, these two men just seemed to come from a different dimension from where I was accustomed to living. Is this how the real mafia world works?

“He didn’t tell you? How do you think I became the Head of Silva so soon?” Ethan hissed close to my ear.

“No…you didn’t…” I said as I shook my head in denial.

“Yes, I killed them both. My father and my mother on that exact same night that I left you…” Ethan said and I felt the heat from his fingertips as it stroked a line down the side of my face.

“No…” I whimpered.

“Succession wars inside a gang is quite normal for the mafia. The men wanted me to lead more than my father so there wasn’t much of a fuss when I got rid of them both,” Ethan said with a shrug.

I couldn’t believe that the sweet Ethan that I knew could do something so heartless without feeling bothered by it. He killed his own parents and he’s laughing about it? What is wrong with him?

Instead of getting scared of him, I felt anger boiling up inside of me.

“How can you say that?! Don’t say it like it’s nothing!” I screamed at him as I stood up from my seat.

Ethan probably doesn’t realize it, but I did. He’s hurting himself and I just couldn’t stand by and watch in silence.

“That bastard killed Jack! He killed your father! He killed my father!” Ethan yelled at the top of his lungs as he also got up from his seat.

Oh…that’s right. Ethan hated his parents. Jack, my father, was probably like a father to Ethan.

“Ethan…” I whispered his name as I felt and shared his pain and suffering.

Unlike me, who had been blissfully ignorant of everything for so long, Ethan had been suffering all along and perhaps he was still suffering.