Every Mafia's Favorite Girl novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158: "Not For The Rest Of His Life"

Gasps erupted throughout the warehouse at the sight of the young Marchetti attacking the Porto heiress without a shred of mercy.

"Huuuuuuh—"

Before Natalia could recover, Nazario threw himself on top of her, both hands shooting toward her throat.

His fingers closed around her neck, squeezing hard enough to kill.

"You wicked bitch!" he snarled. "You filthy fucking liar! How dare you frame all of this on me?! Confess it! Admit you’re behind everything! Or I’ll kill you right here and now!"

Natalia’s face quickly began to turn blue beneath the force of his grip.

Her hands flew upward.

Her nails dug into Nazario’s flesh, raking across his skin until thin lines of blood appeared, but the younger man was operating entirely on rage and desperation. He refused to release her.

"Cough—cough—!" Natalia choked, struggling beneath him. "You... ridiculous thing..."

She clawed desperately at his wrists.

"S-stop... being such a moron... and confess all your crimes..."

Eduardo was instantly alarmed.

The moment Nazario attacked Natalia, the entire situation had crossed from scandal into catastrophe.

Before the Porto men could storm onto the ring to protect their lady, Eduardo surged forward himself.

"Nazario!" he thundered.

He grabbed his son’s shoulder and hauled backward with all his strength.

"You mad bastard! What the hell do you think you’re doing? Let her go!"

Nazario refused to release her.

"No, Father!" he roared, tightening his grip. "I’ve got to make her confess all her crimes! I’ve got to kill this bitch!"

Eduardo’s patience finally snapped.

"Nazario! You fucking idiot!"

He raised his fist and drove it directly into Nazario’s face.

THWACK!

The force of the punch was devastating.

Nazario went down with the momentum, his hands releasing Natalia’s throat at once.

Before he could even gather himself, Eduardo seized him by the collar and hauled him halfway upright.

Another punch landed.

THWACK!

Blood burst from Nazario’s mouth. A violent ringing tore through his ears, drowning out everything else.

When Eduardo finally released his collar, Nazario collapsed uselessly onto the canvas, all strength draining from his body.

For several seconds, Nazario could barely tell which way was up. Through the haze of his fading consciousness, he heard his father’s voice somewhere above him.

The fury in it was unmistakable.

"Take this bastard of a son of mine to the detention cell! None of you are to release him until I give permission. Do you hear me?"

The soldiers answered immediately from several directions, their heavy boots already pounding across the floor.

"Yes, Boss!"

"At once, Boss!"

Groups of Marchetti soldiers stormed onto the stage from several stairways, moving quickly to seize the Don’s second son. They grabbed Nazario by his arms and legs and lifted his limp body from the floor, blood still trailing from the corner of his mouth.

Yet, even in his dazed state, the last fragments of Nazario’s consciousness refused to accept what was happening.

’No...’

’No... Father... you can’t do this to me.’

’I am... I’m your favorite son.’

The desperate protests inside his mind quickly became real.

"No! Father!"

Nazario jerked his head upward as the soldiers carried him away, panic tearing through whatever dignity he had left.

"You can’t believe that woman!"

"Don’t lock me up!"

"I’m your pride, Father! I’m your most excellent son!"

"You can’t do this to me!"

Eduardo merely gave him another pitiful, furious look. Then he straightened his cuffs and turned toward the gathered spectators.

"My apologies for this unfortunate incident. It is my fault that I allowed this bastard to damage the reputation and integrity of the Marchetti Trials. He has also slandered Lady Natalia’s reputation without proof and orchestrated an assassination attempt against Lady Ariana of House Lombardi."

His gaze hardened as he looked toward Nazario one final time.

"As punishment, I hereby announce in front of everyone present that my second son is forbidden from participating in the Marchetti Trials for the next ten years. He will be confined to our detention quarters for six months."

Eduardo paused.

’That’s all?’

’After planning to kill her?’

’Ridiculous.’

’I would have sliced this brat into pieces and buried him somewhere nobody would ever find him.’

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