Every Mafia's Favorite Girl novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72: "Regret"

Aren lifted a small picture frame from the shelf beside the bed in Ariana Lombardi’s bedroom.

The photograph captured a family frozen in a happier time.

A little girl with dark hair — not the platinum blonde she would wear in her later years — stood between her parents, smiling with a bright, innocent joy only childhood could possess.

There was no trace of the arrogance, cruelty, or corruption that would one day consume her.

Looking at that carefree child, Aren found it difficult to reconcile the image before her with the young woman whose life had become a tragedy.

’What happened to you?’

The thought drifted through her with quiet sorrow. Carefully, she returned the frame to its place before turning toward Gian.

"Father," she said quietly, "thank you... for keeping everything exactly as it was."

Gian had grown too emotional to remain standing. Slowly, he lowered himself into the armchair tucked in the corner of the room.

"Your mother..." he began softly. "She died when you were still too young."

His voice carried the weight of years spent regretting what could never be undone.

"Back then, I buried myself in work. The House... our business... there was always another crisis demanding my attention."

A bitter smile touched his lips before he looked away, unable to meet his daughter’s eyes.

"If I were ever given the chance to turn back time..." He let out a quiet breath. "I’d spend more of it with you."

Aren remained silent.

She couldn’t truly understand the regrets of a parent, but she understood regret itself.

’If I could turn back time... I’d save every member of my organization.’

’I’d change every mission that took someone away.’

"You’ve done what you could," she said at last.

Sensing the conversation sinking beneath its own sorrow, Gian cleared his throat.

"Truthfully," he said, "I didn’t ask you upstairs just to show you your room. I wanted a chance to speak with you privately... without anyone else listening."

Aren gave him her full attention.

"Yes, Father? What is it you wish to discuss?"

Gian hesitated only briefly.

"Your contracts... with the other Houses."

His words came slowly, as though each one was unpleasant to utter.

"Lately... I’ve heard some rather terrible rumors. About you. About those contracts."

His gaze searched hers.

"Are they... true?"

Aren tilted her head.

"What things?"

Gian visibly struggled to force the words out.

"The Castellano Club."

His voice dropped even lower.

"And... you... with the Accardi consigliere."

Recognition dawned across Aren’s face.

"Ah..."

Her answer came without hesitation.

"Yes, Father! Everything you’ve heard is true."

Something inside Gian quietly collapsed.

It wasn’t humiliation.

That emotion had long since burned itself out. What remained was something far heavier — a father’s crushing conviction that he had failed his own daughter.

Aren watched the silent conflict unfold across every line etched into his weary face.

"But please don’t worry, Father," she said gently. "I’m managing every contract properly."

She offered him a reassuring smile.

"I won’t disappoint you or House Lombardi. At least... not anymore."

Gian released a long, weary sigh.

Unwilling to linger on a subject that plainly wounded them both, he steered the conversation elsewhere.

"What about Caio Sartori?"

At once, Aren’s expression softened into an unmistakable smile.

"Like I told you before, Don Caio has treated me very well. He’s very kind. He even personally approved every one of my ice cream flavors."

Gian blinked.

"Caio Sartori... helped you with the ice cream?"

Aren nodded enthusiastically.

"He bought me an ice cream machine. And he was actually the one who suggested I bring my creations here so we could consider adding them to the menus of our businesses."

Silence settled over the room.

Gian simply stared at her.

In all the years he had known Caio Sartori, the young Don had done little besides scheme for opportunities to expand House Sartori’s territory at Lombardi’s expense.

But a business proposal? From Caio?

The very idea itself bordered on absurd.

Yet even that surprising revelation failed to ease the concern weighing upon him.

"You shouldn’t become too close to Caio Sartori," he said at last.

Aren blinked.

"But... why?"

Gian leaned back in his chair.

"Caio is a young man surrounded by trouble. House Sartori is facing turmoil of its own. Surely you remember that the previous Don — Macario Sartori, Caio’s father — was assassinated about a year ago?"

Aren nodded.

"I remember."

"The succession wasn’t settled peacefully," Gian continued. "Caio ultimately became Don, but in doing so he made enemies on every side — both within House Sartori and beyond it."

His expression hardened.

"You should be careful. I don’t want you caught in the middle of that struggle."

Aren immediately began connecting the pieces.

’This is the perfect opportunity to learn more about the assassination attempts.’

’Either Don Gian misjudged her... or she’s far better at hiding herself than I realize.’

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