All Chapters of Owned by the Billionaire Mafia King: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

Camilla The next day, of course I was still thinking about Michael. Who wouldn't be? His tragic past, his mysterious present–my dad had called him a "high-level player." I wondered what that meant exactly. How high-level was he? What was his role in the family? Then I felt guilty. I was lusting after a guy who'd recently been widowed. And tragically, at that. I probably shouldn't even be thinking about him that way. I should leave him alone to process his grief. But then again, hadn't he been flirting with me yesterday? Or had that all been in my head? It was driving me insane. I needed to focus. His daughter was in my living room, and I was obsessing over her dad once again. "Camama, play unicorns with me?" Isabella asked with a charming little smile, pointing to her favorite toy, a pink, plastic unicorn she'd named Princess Stella for unknown reasons. "Of course!" I replied, joining her on the rug by the coffee table. I picked up the purple unicorn she'd named Prince

Michael It had been a hell of a night, and it was still far from over. I should have been tucking my little girl into bed. Or enjoying a stiff drink and a hot shower, not necessarily in that order. But business was business, and while the mafia certainly had plenty of bankers on the payroll, we didn't keep their hours. We had a couple of issues with a shipment of drugs and guns that had landed in the warehouse. Turns out the shipment was light in both respects, and I was sent in to take care of the problem. Oh, I was going to take care of it alright. We didn't catch the main guy, Tony Scarini. Not yet, anyway.Emphasis on yet. Scarini was the mastermind (and I used that term very, very loosely) behind the attempt to screw us over. If Tony had even half a brain, my guess is he had skipped town days ago. I know I would have. Then again, I would never have pulled that shit to begin with. Maybe the asshole didn't have half a brain. It was hard to say, really. You never could

MichaelI looked down at Isabella sleeping in my arms as she snored gently; everything about her was always adorable, especially the way her hair fell across her face while she slept, the unruly curls doing whatever they wanted. I always felt a little guilty when it was time to wake her up; she always just looked so peaceful.I also felt guilty when I had to drop her off at daycare. I knew she'd love to spend the day with me. I would have loved to spend all my time with her, but I did have work to get back to. Jaxon and Sara had been great and given me some time to come to a decision, but now it was time to face them and their daughter."It's time to wake up, my angel," I said softly as I stroked Isabella's cheek, watching her little eyes flicker open.The second she spotted me, a sleepy smile spread across her face, and she reached up to wrap her chubby arms around my neck. I pulled her closer and smiled into the hug, doing my best to savor this moment. I knew I'd miss them

CamillaI wasn’t sure why, but I felt a little bit anxious going to talk to my parents. I knew they wouldn’t have any sort of a problem with it. I imagined my mom would be more than thrilled. She always wanted me to take advantage of opportunities she didn’t have when she was growing up. There was no reason for them to deny me an education. Still, I tapped my fingers nervously against the steering wheel as I drove up to their house. I parked the car, and it looked very much at home back at my parent’s house. After all, it had lived here for a long time before my dad gave it to me. I still couldn’t completely believe that my dad gave me his old classic Camaro. Whatever the reason, I wasn’t going to question it. I loved that car. I had grown up with this car and learned all I needed to know about repairing an engine on this vehicle. When I walked inside Cameron was in his usual place in front of the TV. This time he was shoving cheetos into his face and just watching some crim

MichaelIt was hard to see the road in front of me. I kept picturing those eyes. Those beautiful, bright eyes. I tried to shake thoughts of her out of my head but she continued to find her way back in. Something about her was alluring and intriguing. I tried to remind myself that she was my boss’s daughter, that nothing could ever happen between us, but my thoughts kept turning back to images of her and fantasies with her. I hardened my expression as I pulled up to the dark warehouse. It looked abandoned, but there were two black cars parked on the other side. I frowned. I opened the car door and could hear two of the men bantering a short distance from the warehouse. "I wonder what kind of punk they sent. He’s got to be some kind of pussy taking orders from a woman," scoffed one. I rolled my eyes. Clearly, he didn’t have a good enough idea who Sara Deverioux was. I was certain she could destroy him. If he kept talking like that, I would do it for her. "Yeah, probably