Semua Bab Owned by the Billionaire Mafia King: Bab 341 - Bab 350

SaraA strong sense of relief washed over me as we left the restaurant. It felt like the meeting went really well. Jaxon was holding my hand tightly and rubbing his thumb against the back of my hand. As we reached the car he stopped and pulled me close to him, kissing me deeply. "You did fantastic, my love. I’m so sorry I underestimated you. You are really good at this!" he said with real adoration in his eyes. He kept his hands on my shoulders and squeezed them excitedly. I reached forward and wrapped my arms around his waist. I smiled, feeling a bit smug. "You really think so?" In response he just leaned forward and kissed me passionately. After a moment he pulled away and opened the door for me to get back in the car. I settled in, feeling much better than before. Jaxon got in and smiled at me as he buckled his seatbelt. "I was a bit nervous. You had me really anxious about that meeting but that was actually kind of easy," I said. Jaxon glanced at me before turning ba

SaraI stared at the body until it became a weirdly blurred image in my mind. I had been in shootouts before, but this was the first time I knew for sure it was my bullet that killed someone. I knew it was my fault, and I still felt strangely calm. My hand was shaky but my breathing was normal. The body wasn’t Theo. I didn’t recognize him. He must have been one of Theo’s guards. Part of me felt a little bit of regret, wishing my aim had been better. Most of me just felt sort of numb. "Sara, let’s go," Max urged, reaching for my wrist again. I let him pull me away and back toward the car. He let me go as soon as he realized I was coming away with him without an argument. I climbed in and sighed with exasperation, finally feeling something. It felt like I had cut off circulation to my emotions and they were finally coming through. Frustration hit me first. This did not go as I planned. I knew it wasn’t my fault; I had tried to reason with Theo and work on things, but he chos

Jaxon Life was pretty fucking fantastic if I did say so myself. Over the past few months Sara and I had been handling the business together. We were equal partners, and I couldn't have been happier. It was funny, all the arguments Sara and I used to have about getting out of the mafia. I really had intended to keep my promise to her to get out. Life, however, seemed to have other plans for us. Better plans, if you asked me. Sure, it might have been nice if we'd been able to go completely legit. But things happen, and for us, it just wasn't in the cards.So we settled on another solution that suited us better. Much better. We were both able to handle all aspects of the business together. We didn't need to keep secrets from each other. In fact, it would have been a terrible idea if we did. These days, Sara and I told each other everything. The good, the bad and the ugly. The advantage to this (apart from the obvious benefit of not having to lie to each other) was that we were ab

Jaxon I had a long day at work. My guys thought they lost a shipment of very expensive product, and I'd spent hours trying to figure out where the hell it had landed. I figured out where it wound up. Unfortunately, it was in enemy territory. It all turned out to be a misunderstanding of sorts, but I had to negotiate permission to pick up my stuff before some jackass decided to claim it for himself. I took care of the issue, but I was fucking exhausted. All I wanted to do was come home and relax, maybe have a glass of wine with Sara and think about absolutely nothing for just a little while.What was that saying about how people make plans and God laughs? If that was true, then He was definitely laughing his ass off at the moment. "We have a problem," Sara announced grimly, the second I walked in the door. "It's Camilla." I sighed and nodded, heading straight to the wet bar in our living room. Wine clearly wasn't going to get the job done this time. I selected a bottle o

CamillaTwo Years Later"Thank you so much, Camilla! Are you sure I can’t offer you anything?" Rebecca insisted. I smiled at her. I loved how much she cared and wanted to thank me. It only made me want to help her more."No, thank you. I’m just glad I could help you. Plus I love your children, they are so sweet," I answered. Rebecca pulled me in, unexpectedly, and held me close. "I really appreciate you, I’m not sure what I would have done if I didn’t have you here to help." My cheeks were flushing, and I held onto her tightly. "You’re always welcome; I’m always here." She pulled away from me with one last smile before heading to her car where the kids were waiting. I waved goodbye as she drove away. I had watched these children grow up the past two years and had become more attached to them than to some of the other children I worked with. I shut the door and shuffled back into the main part of the house. My brother was exactly where he had been when I had come in