Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion 18 novel Chapter 278

After leaving Malissa’s room the two brothers made their way to Harvey’s wing of the mansion where they could have their conversation without any disturbances. Harvey sat down on the sofa before stretching his arms above his head. Hayden took the seat opposite from his brother but didn’t say anything.

“Do you still believe in peace, Hayden?” Harvey asked, getting right to the point.

“I’m not sure…” Hayden replied.

“Amelia believed in peace. She believed in it so much that it started rubbing off on me,” Harvey said before laughing softly.

His eyes travelled to the various portraits of Amelia that hung from the walls as if he was recalling memories of her. Hayden followed his brother’s gaze as his blue eyes passively took in Amelia’s beauty.

“That was my fault…” Hayden whispered, his tone heavy with regret.

Harvey’s eyes returned to his brother before he shook his head slowly from side to side.

“Maybe it was or maybe it wasn’t. No one knows and it’s up to you what you want to believe,” Harvey replied calmly.

“I shouldn’t have told her anything…” Hayden muttered.

Harvey smiled sadly at his brother before his gaze shifted to a portrait of Amelia. After a while of staring silently at it, Harvey turned to look directly at Hayden.

“I got this painting commissioned when I made up my mind to marry Amelia. She probably thought that I proposed to her on a whim but that wasn’t the case at all. I thought long and hard about it. I even consulted our old man about it. She wouldn’t believe me if I told her that, though…” Harvey said casually.

Hayden’s eyes travelled to the painting that his brother was referring to. Much to his surprise, the painting depicted Amelia with her eyes closed with a serene smile on her face while her hands were bounded together by deep green vines of red roses with sharp thorns.

“I guess this was after you locked her up in one of the rooms underground for a few days and she survived?” Hayden asked mockingly.

“Correct. Sometimes, I think you’re being too nice to Malissa but then I’m not so sure,” Harvey said, only half-jokingly.

“So, why are you telling me all this?” Hayden asked.

After seeing that his brother had taken a look at the painting, Harvey decided to continue with what he wanted to say.

“It’s not easy being a mafia’s woman and our dead mother is great proof of that. Casual dating is fine, and all good but serious relationships and marriage is difficult. Then there’s the whole issue on producing the heir to take over the gang,” Harvey said with a sigh.

Hayden’s eyes rested on the small trickles of blood oozing out from the wounds on Amelia’s arms in the painting. He imagined her pain and recognized the contrast of that against the peaceful and serene smile that Amelia has on her lips.

“Content and willing to bear the pain…” Hayden surmised softly with his eyes still resting on Amelia’s face in the painting.

“Correct,” Harvey reaffirmed.

“Is that what you’re worried about? The succession line?” Hayden said as he started to frown.

“Partly. I would be lying if I told you that I don’t worry about that at all. I’m not like you. I completely side with our father on this one. This gang needs an heir to properly secure the future for the gang and all its members,” Harvey said as his eyes narrowed at Hayden.

“I see…” Hayden murmured.