Every Mafia's Favorite Girl novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145: "For Ariana Lombardi And Myself"

For the briefest instant, Nazario stiffened.

The movement was so subtle that Eduardo never noticed.

Beside him, Natalia merely lowered her gaze, her expression remaining perfectly composed.

"Well..." Nazario drawled thoughtfully, as though genuinely considering the question. "I’d guess he’s taking a nap somewhere... or maybe fooling around in the gym. Who knows? I caught a glimpse of him earlier before I came here."

Eduardo frowned.

"The gym? At a time like this?"

Nazario merely shrugged.

"You know Oscar, Father. Always training. Always looking for another fight. If that’s what he’s doing..." He spread his hands lazily. "Let him. His loss."

Eduardo let out a quiet sigh. Training was one of the few things he could hardly reprimand.

"Fine." He waved a dismissive hand. "Go change into your attire for the final round, then come up to the gallery. Several Dons from the other Houses are visiting."

"Whew... more Dons?" Nazario whistled. "Sure, Father. I’ll be up in a bit."

Natalia smiled pleasantly.

"Please go ahead first, Don Eduardo. I’d like to congratulate Nazario personally. I’ll be upstairs in a minute."

Eduardo offered no objection.

"Take your time."

Only after he had walked far enough away that she was certain he could no longer overhear them did Natalia step slightly closer to Nazario.

Her smile remained warm and congratulatory.

Her voice did not.

"How did the job go?"

Nazario glanced sideways at her.

"Can’t wait until later, can you?"

Natalia’s smile never wavered.

"Start talking before I lose my patience."

Nazario barked out a laugh.

"Taken care of, of course. What did you expect, sis? It was me handling it." A smug grin spread across his face. "Did quite a thorough job too. There’s no way Jordan’s getting out of there anytime soon. Don’t start missing him too early."

Natalia gave no visible reaction.

"And Ariana Lombardi?"

"No idea." He shrugged. "Never ran into her down there. Go ask your little rats once they get back. My responsibilities to you ended the moment I walked out."

With that, Nazario turned away and strolled leisurely toward the locker room tucked into one corner of the warehouse, waving one hand over his shoulder without looking back.

Once he disappeared, Natalia likewise turned and made her way back toward the spectator gallery, every bit the gracious noblewoman who had simply taken the time to congratulate a successful contestant.

High above, Giovanni looked over the moment Eduardo returned to his seat.

"Well now," he said cheerfully, "after such an unfortunate disqualification for our dear Sofia and Rosalia, that wasn’t such a bad outcome after all, was it, Don Eduardo?"

At the mention of his daughters, Eduardo’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly as he smoothed the front of his suit.

"Let’s not dwell on it. At least one of my five children still understands what is expected of them."

Seated beside him, Gian lifted an eyebrow.

He knew little of the inner workings of the Marchetti family, but he certainly hadn’t missed Eduardo publicly berating his daughter only moments earlier.

’You’re making the same mistake I once made, Eduardo...’

"Congratulations," Gian said calmly. "That young man was certainly impressive... but I wouldn’t be quite so harsh with my own daughter, Don Eduardo."

His gaze lingered on Eduardo for a moment.

"You may find yourself... regretting it one day."

Eduardo looked almost offended.

"My daughters are held to different standards, Don Gian. I suggest you not project your family onto mine."

Gian merely inclined his head.

"Fair enough."

He turned his attention back toward the exit.

He had no intention of involving himself in the notoriously severe discipline of House Marchetti. Besides, he had worries of his own.

His daughter still hadn’t emerged.

’Ah... House Lombardi and House Sartori.’

’They’re both here for that woman?’

’Too bad.’

’They’re probably about to collect a corpse.’

’That poor woman has likely drowned somewhere below thanks to Natalia’s little pets.’

’Still... I’ll be Don someday. Might as well greet my future peers.’

’Just wait until I’m Don, Caio Sartori.’

’Come on, Aren... where are you?’

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