Mafia don and his 7 sisters novel pdf novel Chapter 534

Chapter 534 My Name is Americo

A figure slowly descended from within the thunderclouds. Despite appearing ethereal, that person exuded an outstanding aura and had a magnificent stature.

John couldn’t see the person’s face, but for some reason, he felt a sudden sense of irritation and an ominous premonition.

The phantom spoke slowly, “You may already know of our relationship, for in this world, I go by the name Americo.”

“Americo!!”

John trembled violently and his eyes blazed with uncontainable fury and hatred.

I have deeply engraved it in my memory because it was Americo who killed my mother Aviana, and turned me into the cursed one as Warren has claimed.

All my misfortunes stem from Americo. Yet, here he is pretending to be a good person and bringing me two enchanted weapons.>

John would rather not accept those two enchanted weapons.

“Why is it you?”

John roared while attempting to detach those two beads from his consciousness, only to find he

could not do so.

“It seems you have a deep misunderstanding about me.”

Americo seemed to have expected John’s reaction and did not appear too surprised. He just

sighed with resignation.

“Why did you do it?”

John stared at Americo, believing that he knew what he was asking.

Even his beloved, Aviana, was not spared. What kind of man does that?

A complete beast!

Or maybe Americo never truly loved Aviana.>

“Tell me, why did you do it? And where are you now?”

John lost control of his emotions and roared out loud, and the lightning around him continued to

rumble, seemingly helping him vent his anger.

However, facing John’s rage, Americo remained silent.

There was no response.

John had to repeat his questions over and over again.

He was determined to find out the truth and make that man repent for what happened in the past.

The lightning continued to flash in the sky.

These lightning bolts were in John’s consciousness. As John’s consciousness violently fluctuated, the lightning was also slightly affected.

The thunderous sound of the lightning did not cease.

Americo still did not answer.

John continued to repeat his question over and over. Even though he was only conscious there, he felt like he was crying, his throat almost hoarse from shouting.

It lasted for half one hour.

John’s shouts grew quieter, not because he was tired, but because he was gradually calming

down.

Perhaps that was one reason for Americo’s silence.

Americo knew that John would lose control of his emotions when he heard his name. So he let him

vent, letting out all his anger and grievances.