CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN: DAY OF RECKONING

최신 챕터

• 31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY    CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINE: FALLEN

  ~~VINCENZO~~ She'd looked at me like I was a monster. Her words echoed in my head. “You were trying to save your possession. And for that, you’ve lost it.” I had saved her life. I had chosen her. And now, she hated me for it. I sat in the SUV’s front seat, one hand pressed against my temple, my eyes staring blankly at the floor as Luca drove. Lily was in the passenger seat, wrapped in a blanket. Jessica sat beside her, holding her tightly. She didn’t say a word to me, her face stuck in a perpetual frown. I didn’t need thanks. But I didn’t deserve to be hated either. Yes, I had chosen Jessica over the girl. And truthfully, I would do it again. Not because I didn’t care about Lily—but because losing Jessica would’ve destroyed me. She didn’t understand that, and she probably never would. "You're not like Luca," she had said. Why did she always compare me with him? Had I been delusional all this while? Did she love him and not me? I sighed and looked out the window. Th

• 31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY    CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT: THE PRICE OF SURVIVAL

  I couldn’t believe what had just happened two minutes ago. It felt like something straight out of an action movie. Lily’s rope had snapped—and so had my heart. I thought she was gone, but someone saved her. Luca. My knight in shining armor. He was kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily, holding Lily tight to his chest like she was his little girl. His eyes stayed on me, nodding slowly, as if trying to tell me he’d always be here to save the day. I reached for Lily, and Luca quickly handed her over. My little niece latched onto my neck like she was scared to ever let go, trembling so hard it made me shake. “I thought I lost you,” I whispered to her, tears streaming down my cheeks as I kissed her hair. We stayed like that for several seconds until I turned to look at him. Vince. He was kneeling beside me, still holding the rope he’d cut off my rope despite my desperate pleas to save my niece first. He looked at me like he expected me to run into his arms. Like I should than

• 31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY    CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN: LUCA FREAKING CROSS

  ~~VINCENZO~~The plan was set. Although it wasn’t foolproof, it could work. We just needed to be quick and smart.I had the rides in place, eyes and ears already stationed at Jericho’s mansion. I armed myself with pistols and a knife. I was ready. I just needed to assure her that everything would be alright before leaving.I went down the hallway toward the room where I’d locked her up. I knew it was a terrible idea, but it was the only way I could keep her safe. She might not approve, but I was doing this to protect her. I had a team, a plan, firepower, and one goal—get Lily out alive. And I didn’t need her throwing herself into a goddamn lion’s den.I unlocked the door and swung it open.“Jessica?” I called, stepping inside.There was no response.She wasn’t in sight.I scanned every corner, under the tables, the curtains—until my eyes snapped to the vent. The cover was gone. The chair below was tipped over. There was a broken lamp on the floor.“No,” I whispered. “No, no, no—”I st

• 31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY    CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIX: THE FOOL'S GAMBLE

  "VINCE!" I screamed, slamming my fists against the door. The hardness made the sides of my palms sting. "Open the damn door!"I kept yelling, but all I heard was silence on the other side. He was gone.Eventually, I stopped. I broke into tears, my knees hitting the floor, my forehead pressing to the hardwood.Lily. My little Lily.Images of her flooded my mind—her round cheeks, her dimples when she laughed, the way she clung to me like I was her whole world.And now… God knows what Jericho was going to do to her if I didn’t show up.I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t just stay in here. I was her only hope! I couldn’t fail her or Joyce.I inhaled and poured out a shaky breath. I had to be strong.I stood up and scanned the room. The windows were bolted shut. There wasn’t much in the room—just a dresser, a chair, and an old bookshelf.And when I looked up to the left, I spotted it.The vent.I looked around, searching for something to unscrew the metal cover. I found a broken lamp lying on

• 31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY    CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE: MISSING

  ~~VINCENZO~~She had cried all through the flight back to Chicago.I held her hand, occasionally kissing her cheek, but even I couldn’t offer the kind of comfort she needed—not this time. Her little niece was missing, and I’ve known Jess long enough to know that kid meant the world to her and Joyce.The moment we landed, I drove her to Joyce's place. I stayed back to discuss secret searches with Joyce's husband, Noah. He was distraught, stuttering like he was lost for words. I wasn’t a father, but I’d go mad if mine went missing."We need to go to my place," I whispered to Jessica as she stood behind Joyce, explaining to a detective what had happened the day before.Jessica looked at me and frowned. "Are you deadass?""Look, I traced the van. It's Jericho."Her eyes fluttered, going wide like saucers."You're not safe here. You're endangering your sister and her husband."It was true. Jericho could plant a bomb in here, and everybody would be blown to bits."I can't leave Joyce. I—" H

• 31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY    CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR: TROUBLE IN PARADISE

  When Vince asked where I wanted to go for our one-week vacation, I’d blurted, “New Orleans,” without thinking. When I was eight, I watched an age-gap movie where the dreamy couple relocated to New Orleans for a new life. I’ve always wanted to go to New Orleans with the man I love. I’d always been fascinated by its haunted beauty, its culture, music, and mystery. And now, being here with Vince—seeing how genuinely happy he looked for once—God, it felt perfect.Joyce had practically screamed when I told her the news of our engagement. I had her on speaker while packing, and she nearly made Vince drop the suitcase from laughing. She was already knee-deep in Pinterest boards and wedding magazine scans, excitedly texting me about dresses, colors, and themes I hadn’t even begun to think about. It felt good to have her support. And even better to know that Vince hadn’t come between us.Now here we were—just the two of us. In a house right by the beach, with a wraparound balcony, warm lightin