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Chapter 52 — Two Years Later

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The penthouse didn't look like a penthouse anymore. Somewhere in the past two years it had quietly transformed into a home — a scatter of small shoes by the door, crayon drawings taped to the refrigerator at exactly the height of a determined toddler's reach, a corner of the once-pristine living room permanently colonized by a small kitchen playset Victor had bought against his own better judgment and Nico had assembled at midnight, swearing softly the entire time.

"Mama, look!" Sofia announced
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  • My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie    Chapter 52 — Two Years Later

    The penthouse didn't look like a penthouse anymore. Somewhere in the past two years it had quietly transformed into a home — a scatter of small shoes by the door, crayon drawings taped to the refrigerator at exactly the height of a determined toddler's reach, a corner of the once-pristine living room permanently colonized by a small kitchen playset Victor had bought against his own better judgment and Nico had assembled at midnight, swearing softly the entire time."Mama, look!" Sofia announced, holding up a drawing that was, as far as I could tell, three overlapping circles in aggressive shades of purple. She was eighteen months old and already possessed of a confidence that suggested she understood exactly how thoroughly she ran this household, despite technically being the smallest person in it."Beautiful, baby," I said, crouching down to inspect it properly, because in this house, all of Sofia's artistic output received the reverence typically reserved for gallery openings. "Is t

  • My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie    Chapter 51 — What Comes After

    The weeks that followed felt strange in their ordinariness, like a held breath finally released after months of bracing for the next blow. Kessler's arrest made the financial press in careful, sanitized language — "irregularities in shareholder acquisitions," "an ongoing federal investigation" — none of it capturing the reality of a man who'd funded two wars and nearly put a bullet through Victor's chest in his own penthouse. Delacroix issued a quiet statement distancing himself from "any association" with Kessler's activities, and within a month his hostile positioning against Victor's company had simply evaporated, replaced by something almost like wary respect between two men who'd once been enemies and were now, if not friends, at least no longer actively trying to destroy each other.Nico's uncle disappeared from the city entirely sometime in the third week — not arrested, not confirmed dead, just gone, the way dangerous old men sometimes were when the money and muscle that had p

  • My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie    Chapter 50 — Three Seconds

    "Victor!" I screamed again, Torres's hand tight on my arm now, half-restraining, half-bracing me, the radio silent and terrible in my ear.Then, finally — his voice, ragged but alive. "I'm here. I'm here, Bella. I'm fine."The relief hit so hard I nearly went to my knees. "What happened, what was that—""Kessler," Victor said, breathing hard. "He fired. Missed. Nico's men had eyes through the terrace door the second the gun came out — took the shot before Kessler got a second one off.""Is he—""Down," Nico's voice cut in, closer now, footsteps audible through the radio as he moved through the penthouse. "Not dead. Shoulder wound, He's not going anywhere."I sagged against Torres, all the adrenaline of the last four minutes draining out of me at once, leaving my hands shaking and my knees unsteady. "I need to see him," I said. "Both of them. I need to see that you're actually fine, not just telling me you're fine.""Give it ten minutes," Torres said, still cautious, still doing his jo

  • My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie    Chapter 49 — The Penthouse

    The empty floor Nico had chosen sat one level above the penthouse's private terrace, close enough that I could see the glow of the lights Victor had left on — deliberately, a lure, a man appearing to go about an ordinary night while four armed men closed in on him from across the city."You stay away from the windows," said the man beside me, one of Nico's two guards, a broad, quiet presence named Torres who'd said maybe ten words to me all night. "And you stay on comms. If I say move, you move, no questions.""Understood," I said, though every part of me wanted to be down there instead of up here, watching through a sliver of glass while the two men I loved walked into danger I could do nothing about but observe.The radio on Torres's shoulder crackled. Victor's voice, low and controlled. "In position. Building secure. No sign of Kessler's team yet.""Copy," Nico's voice answered, tighter than Victor's, coiled with the particular tension of a man who'd rather be doing something with

  • My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie    Chapter 48 — Forty-Eight Hours

    The new safe house was nothing like Victor's island or Nico's old apartment — a nondescript townhouse in a quiet residential block, chosen specifically, Nico said, because it looked exactly like every other townhouse on the street. No cameras visible from the road. No staff. Just the three of us, a rotating security detail dressed as delivery drivers and utility workers, and a countdown none of us said out loud."Delacroix confirms Kessler still believes his position is secure," Victor said, reading from his phone at the kitchen table on the second morning. "No unusual movement. No indication he suspects we know about the residence.""Which means the information hasn't reached him yet," Nico said."Which means it's time," Victor said, and set the phone down.I'd known this moment was coming since we'd agreed to the plan two days earlier, and still, hearing it said aloud, something in my chest tightened painfully. "How does it actually happen? The information reaching him. Walk me thro

  • My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie    Chapter 47 — The Residence

    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 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 3: The Safe House

    Chapter 3: The Safe HouseBella’s POVThe rain has turned the city into a black mirror. Streetlights fracture across wet asphalt, headlights smear like wet paint, and every red light feels like a warning we’re ignoring.Nico drives with one hand on the wheel, the other still resting high on my thig

  • My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie    Chapter 2: The Ride Home

    Chapter 2: The Ride HomeBella’s POVThe elevator doors slide shut with a soft hiss, sealing the three of us inside a mirrored cage hurtling downward.Victor left first—without another word, without looking back. Just a final, lingering glance at my mouth like he was already tasting the next time.

  • My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie    Chapter 1: The Invitation That Burns

    Chapter 1: The Invitation That BurnsBella’s POVThe rain is relentless tonight, drumming against the tinted windows of the Eclipse Tower like it wants inside. Fifty floors above Manhattan, the city is a smeared jewel box—neon bleeding into wet black asphalt, limousines crawling like insects far be

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