CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN: HIS BEAUTIFUL OBSESSION

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• 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

• 31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY    CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THREE: LET ME LOVE YOU

  "Pick one."The desperation in Vince's voice sent jolts straight to my core. He watched me with hooded eyes, cornering me like prey, like he didn’t want me to escape him. There was hunger in his gaze—a kind of wild, possessive hunger that made my thighs clench together.In front of me lay five items, each deliberately placed on the bed like a twisted form of foreplay. A belt, a wooden paddle, a ruby-studded butt plug, nipple clamps, and a vibrator.I licked my lips, my eyes scanning over each one.The belt—I was already familiar with the sting of leather across my skin. That was a punishment I’d grown used to.The paddle? I’d never experienced it before, but God, I wanted to.The butt plug gleamed under the light, its red gem sparkling like a forbidden treasure. I’d never had one inside me, but the thought alone sent a ripple of heat through my belly. Choosing it would mean I wanted Vince in my ass. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that… though, it did sound hot.The last two didn’t c

• 31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY    CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWO: DADDY'S GIRL

  ~~VINCENZO~~ I sat in the darkest corner of my bar, lights dimmed low, the smell of smoke thick around me as I nursed my second glass of whiskey. The cigarette between my fingers burned away, forgotten between drags. My head was pounding, not from the excess alcohol, but from the memory of last night. It was supposed to be beautiful—for her, for us. But it turned into the worst heartbreak of my life. The way she told me to stand up. The way she said she needed to “think about it.” Fuck. Fucking fuck! I knew Jessica loved me. I felt it in the way she looked at me, touched me, went soft whenever I was near. But something about that moment… it fucking destroyed me. I'd never asked a woman to marry me. Never even entertained the idea. I hadn't even asked Theresa. But for her? I'd planned it for weeks, rehearsed the words endlessly. I imagined how her lips would tremble with a yes. But she didn’t. She didn’t say no, either. But hell, it still hurt. It fucking hurt. I took

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

  I had no clue. Absolutely none. I never thought Vince would ever go down on his knee and pop the question.He was still on his knee, holding out the most beautiful ring I’d ever seen—I couldn't stop staring at the huge diamond rock. This must have cost millions of dollars. His words still echoed in my mind.“Will you marry me?”I stared at him, at the man I loved, the man who had been my undoing and my safe place, all in one. My heart was racing, pounding so hard in my ears, I thought I would go deaf.I loved him. I truly did. More than I could say.But why couldn’t I say yes?I glanced at the ring again. I should be leaping for joy, screaming yes, right?But I didn't. Instead, I whispered, “Vince… stand up.” My lips felt numb from saying that.Vince looked like someone had dumped a bucket of ice on him. He was frozen for seconds. Then, his smile faltered, his brows knit together slightly, confusion flashing in his icy blue eyes. Slowly, he stood, the swede ring box still open in his

• 31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY    CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED: THE BEAUTIFUL DAYS

  Joyce was waiting outside the terminal. I’d told Vince to leave me at the airport—Joyce was super suspicious, so letting her come pick me up would seem like I actually went for a 'solo vacation'. We drove back to her place in silence for a while. I stared outside, my mind flooded with everything that had happened. “Are you okay?” she finally asked, glancing at me from the driver’s seat. “Yeah,” I simply replied with a shrug. She eyed me for a moment, then gave a soft, understanding nod and didn’t press on. When we got home, we settled in with cups of tea, wrapped in blankets on the couch, watching TV. Lily was playing with her dolls, Noah was away on a business trip. The moment seemed perfect to talk to Joyce about Vince. I hated not telling her stuff—especially now that she was my only family. “There’s something I need to talk to you about,” I said, my voice low as I circled the top of my cup. Joyce turned her head to me; she looked puzzled. “Okay,” she urged me on. I exhal