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Chapter 12: The Last Night Underground
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My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie Chapter 14: Sky High
Bella’s POVThe jet levels out at cruising altitude with a gentle sigh of hydraulics.The cabin lights dim to a soft gold.Outside the oval windows, nothing but black—endless, star-pricked black—and the faint glow of distant cities far below like scattered embers.We’re airborne.We’re gone.And for the first time in days, the knot in my chest loosens just enough to breathe.I’m still straddling Nico’s lap in the wide leather seat.Victor is behind me—kneeling on the floor between Nico’s spread thighs—mouth pressed to the small of my back, hands gripping my hips to keep me steady while Nico stays buried deep inside me.They haven’t pulled out.Not yet.Nico’s hands are gentle now—sliding up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts, fingers tracing the faint bruises they left earlier. His mouth finds my collarbone. Kisses softly. Then sucks—slow, deliberate—marking me again in a place the hoodie won’t hide.Victor’s tongue traces my spine—vertebra by vertebra—until he rea
My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie Chapter 13: Midnight Run
Nico’s POVThe dashboard clock glows 21:47.Less than three hours until wheels-up.The bunker feels like a coffin now—too quiet, too clean, too full of the scent of her skin and the ghosts of what we just did. Bella is asleep between us on the bed, curled on her side, one hand resting protectively over her lower belly even in sleep. Her breathing is slow, deep, the kind of exhausted peace that only comes after your body has been pushed past every limit.I can’t sleep.Victor can’t either.He’s sitting on the edge of the mattress, elbows on knees, staring at the weapons laid out on the steel table like they’re old enemies he’s forced to work with. His shirt is unbuttoned halfway down his chest, raven ink stark against pale skin. He looks like a man counting down to execution.I stand. Walk to the monitors. Check the feeds again—third time in ten minutes. Streets still empty. No black SUVs. No shadows moving wrong. Yet.Victor speaks without turning.“She’s going to hate us if we don’t
My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie Chapter 12: The Last Night Underground
Victor’s POVThe bunker feels smaller tonight.The air is thick with the scent of her—sweat, arousal, the faint copper tang of our mingled release—and the low hum of the ventilation system is the only thing keeping me from losing my fucking mind.I’ve never shared anything. Not power. Not territory. Not a woman.And yet here I am, watching Nico bury his face between Bella’s thighs while she arches off the bed, fingers knotted in his hair, moaning his name like a prayer.I should hate it.I should want to put a bullet in him for touching what’s mine.Instead I’m rock-hard, pulse hammering in my cock, and the only thing stopping me from joining them is the need to watch her fall apart first.She’s beautiful when she comes undone.Always has been.But this—her body stretched between us, slick and swollen from hours of being used, eyes glassy with pleasure and exhaustion—is something else entirely.Nico’s tongue lashes her clit in relentless circles. Two fingers pump inside her, curling a
My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie Chapter 11: The Last Safe Hours
Bella’s POVThe bunker lights dim automatically after twenty-four hours—some kind of energy-saving protocol that turns the main room into a soft amber cave. Shadows stretch long across the concrete, turning every edge into something sharper, more dangerous. The monitors flicker with silent feeds: empty streets above, rain-slicked alleys, the occasional patrol car that never lingers.We have maybe twelve hours left before the window closes.Twelve hours to decide if we run, fight, or burn everything down together.Nico is at the steel table, hunched over a burner laptop, fingers flying across keys as he reroutes accounts, scrubs digital footprints, sets false trails that will lead any pursuer in circles for weeks. His shirt is open, sleeves rolled to the elbows, fresh bruises blooming purple along his knuckles from the fight upstairs. Every few minutes he glances up—first at the monitors, then at me.Victor stands at the weapons rack, methodically checking magazines, sliding knives int
My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie Chapter 10: No Way Out
Bella’s POVThe bunker’s air is cool and still, almost clinical, like the inside of a vault that’s been sealed for decades. The only sound is the low hum of the ventilation system and the occasional drip from a pipe somewhere in the walls. No windows. No clocks. Time feels elastic here—stretched thin, then snapped back without warning.We’ve been underground for what feels like hours, maybe a full day. I’ve lost track. My body is a map of their hands: faint bruises on my hips where Nico gripped me too hard, a red bloom on my neck from Victor’s teeth, the dull ache between my legs that reminds me every time I shift that they’ve both been inside me—together, separately, again and again.We’re lying on the king bed now, sheets kicked to the foot. I’m in the middle, as always. Nico on my left, one arm thrown possessively across my waist, face buried against my shoulder. Victor on my right, propped on one elbow, tracing invisible patterns across my stomach with the tip of his index finger.
My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie Chapter 9: The Bunker
Bella’s POVThe warehouse on Flushing looks abandoned from the outside—rusted chain-link fence, broken windows, graffiti tags bleeding down brick walls like old wounds. Nico kills the engine in the shadowed loading bay. The silence that follows is louder than the rain drumming on the roof.Victor gets out first. Scans the perimeter with the cold efficiency of a man who’s done this too many times. He signals once—clear.Nico opens my door. Offers his hand. I take it. His fingers are still faintly bloody from the fight; mine shake when they lace with his.We move fast—through a side door, down a narrow concrete stairwell lit only by motion-sensor LEDs that flicker on like wary eyes. Three flights down. The air grows cooler, damper, smelling of old metal and damp earth.At the bottom: a heavy steel door, keypad glowing red.Victor punches in a code.Nico adds a second sequence.The lock hisses. The door swings inward on silent hydraulics.Inside is nothing like the safe house.Reinforced
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