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MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter 102
LilaSunlight filters in through the tall windows, painting golden streaks across the velvet curtains and the edge of the mattress. My eyes flutter open, and for a moment, I don’t remember where I am. Then the events of last night crash into me like a wave.Luca.His hands on my skin, his mouth on mine, the heat, the ache, the unspoken things that lived between us in the dark.My heart flutters in my chest as I roll over but the bed is cold.And empty.The sheet beside me is wrinkled where he laid just hours ago, but there’s no lingering warmth. No note. No scent of him in the room.Just… gone.I sit up slowly, wrapping the blanket around me, confusion twisting in my stomach. I don’t know what I expected maybe nothing. Maybe everything. But I didn’t expect this.Not after the way he looked at me last night.Not after the way we felt.I rise and pull on a robe, trying to push back the ugly, familiar feeling creeping into my bones. The one that whispers: You were a mistake. You were on
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter 101
LilaHe wasn't home yet. And it was killing me. I stared at the clock for the tenth time this evening. Two weeks. Fourteen days. Three hundred and thirty six hours since Brandon had walked out of our shared cabin without a word.And now, here he was. Stumbling through the front door reeking of whiskey, smoke, and something bitterly unfamiliar, her perfume. Ashley’s perfume.Ofcourse he had been with Ashley, at first I had thought the rumors were just that, rumors. He was eventually going to announce me to the pack as his mate. I was still waiting. He barely managed to shut the front dojor behind him, his boot catching on the frame as he cursed and kicked it shut. My heart thundered in my chest. My hands trembled around the cup of tea I hadn’t touched. Every part of me ached, swollen and sore, but it was nothing compared to the pressure building in my chest.“Where the hell have you been?” I asked, my voice hoarse, barely above a whisper.Brandon froze. His eyes, bloodshot and rimmed
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter 100
Lila. Today was just a weird day and I could tell I was going to have trouble catching up with all my classes. I woke up late, apparently I forgot to set my alarm and I was already ten minutes late for my Contracts class when I felt someone watching me. To be honest I had felt like someone was watching and following me all morning. It wasn’t unusual. Harvard Law was a fishbowl of intense, observant people. But this felt different more intrusive, more intentional. The stare burned into the side of my face as I crossed the yard, books clutched tight against my chest like a shield. I told myself not to look. I was late. Professor Kingsley was not forgiving.Still, curiosity got the better part of me. He was tall, standing just outside Austin Hall, and he wasn’t dressed like a student. Too rumpled. Too out of place. Brown leather jacket worn at the elbows. Hair that looked like he’d run his hands through it one too many times. And eyes god, his eyes that fixed on me with a kind of urge
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter 100
Lila. Today was just a weird day and I could tell I was going to have trouble catching up with all my classes. I woke up late, apparently I forgot to set my alarm and I was already ten minutes late for my Contracts class when I felt someone watching me. To be honest I had felt like someone was watching and following me all morning. It wasn’t unusual. Harvard Law was a fishbowl of intense, observant people. But this felt different more intrusive, more intentional. The stare burned into the side of my face as I crossed the yard, books clutched tight against my chest like a shield. I told myself not to look. I was late. Professor Kingsley was not forgiving.Still, curiosity got the better part of me. He was tall, standing just outside Austin Hall, and he wasn’t dressed like a student. Too rumpled. Too out of place. Brown leather jacket worn at the elbows. Hair that looked like he’d run his hands through it one too many times. And eyes god, his eyes that fixed on me with a kind of urge
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Ninety Nine
Luca. For the next few weeks, I started showing up.Every Wednesday, I met her at Cedars. We sat in that freezing cold chemo ward, her hooked up to a machine and me sitting beside her with a thermos of ginger tea and crossword puzzles. It was awkward at first more silence than conversation, more effort than ease. But something kept pulling me back.I think I just wanted to know her. Not the ghost of the woman who left, not the polished stranger from the gala, but her. The real version, vulnerable, tired, still stubborn as hell, and funny in these dry, biting ways that reminded me of how I used to be before all the walls went up.We started talking. Really talking.She told me about the years after she left. How she moved up the coast and worked at a bookstore. How she tried therapy but didn’t stick with it. How she'd go months without hearing her own voice except for muttering to her cat.I told her about the first audition I ever went to. How I nearly puked from nerves. How the fir
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Ninety Eight
The real Lila. I was already ten minutes late for my Contracts class when I felt someone watching me. To be honest I had felt like someone was watching and following me all morning. It wasn’t unusual. Harvard Law was a fishbowl of intense, observant people. But this felt different more intrusive, more intentional. The stare burned into the side of my face as I crossed the yard, books clutched tight against my chest like a shield. I told myself not to look. I was late. Professor Kingsley was not forgiving.Still, curiosity got the better part of me. He was tall, standing just outside Austin Hall, and he wasn’t dressed like a student. Too rumpled. Too out of place. Brown leather jacket worn at the elbows. Hair that looked like he’d run his hands through it one too many times. And eyes god, his eyes that fixed on me with a kind of urgency that made my stomach twist.“Lila Harlow?” he asked before I could pass.I stopped mid step. He knew my name.“Yes?” My voice was cautious, laced wi
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Ninety Seven
The real Lila. I was already ten minutes late for my Contracts class when I felt someone watching me. To be honest I had felt like someone was watching and following me all morning. It wasn’t unusual. Harvard Law was a fishbowl of intense, observant people. But this felt different more intrusive, more intentional. The stare burned into the side of my face as I crossed the yard, books clutched tight against my chest like a shield. I told myself not to look. I was late. Professor Kingsley was not forgiving.Still, curiosity got the better part of me. He was tall, standing just outside Austin Hall, and he wasn’t dressed like a student. Too rumpled. Too out of place. Brown leather jacket worn at the elbows. Hair that looked like he’d run his hands through it one too many times. And eyes god, his eyes that fixed on me with a kind of urgency that made my stomach twist.“Lila Harlow?” he asked before I could pass.I stopped mid step. He knew my name.“Yes?” My voice was cautious, laced wi
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Ninety Six
Luca. If there was one thing I hated, was being lied to and the fact that Lila had done it so well was eating me up. I immediately left the hospital reception and went straight to my car. I knew who I had to see next. I didn’t stop to think.I dialed my father's number, but he did not pick up. I drove anyway. Rain lashed at the windshield, the kind of rain that makes the world blur. Fitting, I thought. Everything in my life was blurred now. Twisted. Betrayed.She lied. Lila lied. Or rather… she was the lie. Was her name even Lila to begin with? By the time I reached my father’s house, my hands were shaking. My heart thudded so hard I felt it in my throat. I didn’t knock. I pushed the door open like a man possessed.“Dad!” I called out. “Dad, I need to talk to you. Now.”He came around the corner in his reading glasses and cardigan, blinking like I’d dragged him out of a dream. “Luca? What.. what’s going on? Are you okay?”“No,” I rasped. “She’s not who she says she is.”He stared.
MARRIED TO THE MAFIA Chapter Ninety Five
Luca. Lila had always seemed like the most naive woman who had ever crossed my path and sometimes I pitied her because she did not know how cruel this world could get. But now I was just realizing I was the naïve one all along. She was just playing a part and she played it so well because she had me fooled. I didn't even see it or suspect because she had gotten into my head so good, I wasn't even thinking straight. I didn’t even realize I’d hung up the phone until Vanessa asked me what happened.“He’s dead,” I said hollowly. “Dr. Rourke is dead, they said he died three weeks ago.”She sat up straight. “Jesus. That’s…”“Too damn convenient,” I finished for her.She didn’t argue. Instead, she watched as I paced to her kitchen table and dropped into the chair like my legs were going to give out. My brain was racing. Rourke had been the only one who treated Lila that night. He looked like he knew something, like he was scared of her or for her. And now, he was gone. Just like her. May
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