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Chapter 17: The Call

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Bella’s POV

The villa’s master bedroom is bathed in late-afternoon gold when I finally make the call.

Sunlight slants through the floor-to-ceiling glass, turning the white sheets into molten silk and painting long stripes across our naked bodies.

Nico is behind me—spooned tight, chest to my back, one thick thigh wedged between mine, his cock still half-hard and nestled against my ass even though we finished barely twenty minutes ago.

Victor is in front—facing me, propped on one elbow, tracing t
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    The file Delacroix provided was thin — three years old, incomplete, the kind of intelligence a man gathers when he doesn't yet know he'll need it — but it was enough to start with. A private estate two hours north of the city, walled, wooded, deliberately unremarkable from the road. No name on any registry that led back to Kessler directly. Just another shell company, another careful layer of distance between the man and the violence he funded."Six-person security detail, rotating," Nico said, spreading satellite images across the table in Victor's study. "Minimum. Could be more now — Delacroix's information is old. Perimeter sensors, likely armed response within ninety seconds of any breach.""You're not going in the way you went after Marcus," I said. It wasn't a question."No," Victor said. "This isn't a rescue and it isn't a raid. If we go in guns first, Kessler either dies before we get anything useful out of him, or he's gone before we're through the front gate. Men like him do

  • My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie    Chapter 46 — An Offer Delacroix Can't Refuse

    Getting to Delacroix wasn't the hard part. Getting to him without Kessler knowing about it was."He plays golf every Saturday at the same club," Victor said, spreading a folder across the kitchen island two days later, back in the city now, the island's quiet traded for the sharper, more immediate danger of home ground. "Same foursome for six years. If I show up there, it looks accidental. Old rivals, same club, a conversation over drinks afterward that means nothing to anyone watching.""Except everything," Nico said."Except everything," Victor agreed. "But it has to look like nothing, or Kessler's people will know we've made him within the hour."I sat at the end of the island, a cup of tea I wasn't drinking cooling in front of me, and studied the photograph clipped to the folder — a man in his fifties, silver at the temples, the kind of handsome that had curdled slightly into something harder around the eyes. Charles Delacroix. The man who'd spent two years trying to dismantle Vic

  • My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie    Chapter 45 — The Name Behind the Money

    The peace of that morning lasted exactly as long as it took Victor's phone to ring.He answered on the second buzz, and I watched his face change in real time — the softness of an hour ago hardening back into the man who ran an empire, jaw setting, eyes going distant and focused all at once. "When," he said. A pause. "Show me."He set the phone on the table between us, screen up, and pulled up a document that made my stomach drop before I'd even finished reading the header."My legal team finished tracing the shell company Marcus named," Victor said. "Took some digging — three layers of holding companies, a numbered account in Zurich, the kind of structure you only build if you're trying very hard to make sure nobody finds the person underneath it." He tapped the screen. "They found the person underneath it."The name meant nothing to me at first. *Aldric Kessler.* But Nico went rigid beside me, all the warmth of the morning draining out of his face in an instant."You know him," I sa

  • My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie    Chapter 44 — Two Lines

    Neither of them said anything at first.I'd expected questions, maybe even the argument I'd been quietly dreading — DNA tests and claims and the ugly practical math of paternity, two men squaring off over the one thing between us that couldn't be split evenly. Instead there was just silence, thick and trembling, the two of them staring at the small plastic test in my open palm like it was something neither of them had let himself hope for. Like it might disappear if either of them breathed wrong."How long have you known?" Nico asked finally, voice rough, barely more than a whisper."Two days." My fingers had gone cold around the test, though the morning was warm, the sun already climbing hot and gold over the water. "I took it the night before Thursday. Sat on the edge of that enormous bed and just — stared at it, for I don't know how long. I didn't want to tell you until Marcus was dealt with. I didn't want this getting tangled up in a trap for a man who might've wanted me dead. I w

  • My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie    Chapter 43 — Thursday

    We spent Wednesday night in a fourth location Victor hadn't told anyone about — not Marcus, not the CFO, not even his head of security. A rented house two islands over, plain and unremarkable, the kind of place nobody would think to look for a billionaire and a mafia heir hiding a woman they both loved."Feels wrong," Nico said, watching the water from the porch, shoulder still stiff under his shirt. "Sitting here while other people walk into a trap we built.""It's the only way to be sure," Victor said. "If we're wrong about Marcus, better to find out watching from a distance than standing in the middle of it."I sat between them on the porch steps, the test result still unspoken, sitting in my chest like a held breath I didn't know how to release yet. Twice that day I'd almost told them. Twice I'd stopped myself, not out of fear exactly, but because I wanted — needed — this part settled first. I didn't want our child's existence tangled up with a trap for a man who might be selling

  • My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie    Chapter 42 — Bait

    By morning, the island looked like nothing had happened. Staff wouldn't return for another four days, so it was just the three of us and a cleanup crew Victor trusted enough to call in — quiet, efficient men who removed the last traces of the night's violence from the east lawn before the sun had fully cleared the water.I hadn't slept. Neither, I suspected, had they."Here's what we do," Nico said, spreading a tablet on the kitchen island where twelve hours earlier he'd been bleeding under Victor's hands. "We create a false itinerary. Tell Marcus — through a channel that looks accidental, not deliberate — that we're relocating to the penthouse in the city on Thursday. Skeleton security, minimal detail, easy target.""And then we watch to see if my uncle's men show up at the penthouse Thursday," Victor said, following the logic."While we're actually still here. Or somewhere else entirely." Nico's jaw tightened. "If they show up at an empty penthouse expecting an easy hit, we'll know

  • My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie    Chapter 26: Dawn Escape

    Bella’s POVDawn broke over Naples like a promise and a threat at the same time.The sky was bleeding rose and gold across the bay when the bedroom door clicked open without a lock turning.No guards.No Antonio.Just silence and the distant crash of waves far below the cliff.We had survived the s

  • 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

  • My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie    Chapter 5: The Reckoning

    Bella’s POV The safe house feels too quiet after Nico leaves. The kind of quiet that presses against your eardrums, amplifies every drip from the showerhead, every creak of settling wood, every shallow breath you take while staring at that damning photo on the coffee table. Victor’s text is sti

  • My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie    Chapter 4: The Morning Aftermath

    Bella’s POVSunlight slices through the blackout curtains like a blade—thin, merciless, cutting straight across my bare hip.I wake up sore in places I forgot could ache.My thighs are sticky. My core throbs with a dull, satisfied pulse. There’s a faint bruise blooming on the inside of my left brea

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