All Chapters of Owned by the Billionaire Mafia King: Chapter 381 - Chapter 390

CamillaI stared at the papers in front of me in disbelief. This was a new level of grudge and payback, and Liz had the bad luck to get caught up in it. It made me feel a bit sick. "What is it?" Michael asked calmly. I looked at him and saw the same worry in his eyes that I felt. For a moment I struggled for the words to explain what I was looking at. My throat had gone suddenly dry. "We killed his family," I answered, looking back down at the papers in front of me. "What are you talking about?" Michael asked, confused. He moved over and started reading over my shoulder. "Well, not us as in you and me, but my parents. Like twenty years ago or something. He was just a baby when his father was killed in a big shootout along with Cesar Vitullo and some of his associates. His name is Phillip Rossi," I muttered. I continued reading the pieces of articles that were clipped together in the file. Michael reached in and pulled out the newspaper clippings that told the terrible

Michael I pulled around to the safe house and stopped in front of the door. I texted Camilla and let her know I was outside. I still didn’t like the idea of bringing her with me. I understood why she needed to go and I couldn’t help but agree that she had a right to be here but I couldn’t stop my muscles from tensing as I thought about what danger we could get into. It was going to be hard to focus on getting things done if I was worrying about keeping her safe. If she was going to insist on doing things like this with me, I needed to get her better defense training. I hoped she wouldn’t put up a fight on that. I looked up as Camilla came out the front door and down the steps. Even dressed ready for a fight she looked stunning. I swallowed hard and reminded myself we had to work tonight. "Are you ready?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral. Camilla gave me a strange expression that I couldn’t quite read. I wasn’t sure if that meant she was or wasn’t ready, or if she w

MichaelI already knew I loved Camilla. I was in love with her, there was no denying it. But I didn’t realize the true depths of what I felt for her until I saw Phil push the gun up against her head. I knew in that instant I would do whatever it took to save her life. The only thing that mattered was her and protecting her. Jaxon raised his hands and started trying to talk Phil down, and I knew instantly that he would fail. Jaxon was the center of his rage. There was nothing he was going to say to keep Phil from shooting Camilla. Additionally, I was certain, Jaxon just reminded him even more of the fact that his father was gone and wasn’t around to raise him. I wasn’t sure if that would make him more likely to hurt Jaxon or Camilla. I could see either of them being the perfect target for him. I couldn’t allow either of them to be killed. I kept my eyes on Phil and took a few steps back. I tugged at Sara’s arm as I moved and made eye contact with some of the men who had gathe

MichaelI stared at my daughter’s necklace in Camilla’s hand. It sent a wave of panic through me. What had they done to get her to comply? I was certain Isabella would have asked for me or refused to go with them. I found myself praying to whatever deity might be out there that my daughter was safe. My muscles tightened and a wave of anger ran through me. I hated whoever had done this, and I would make them pay. Of that I was certain. As I looked at Camilla, I could see her eyes were glossy and her cheeks were wet. I could see how torn up she was. I was certain she cared about all the children, but I knew for sure she was just as worried about Isabella as I was. I loved her desperately for that. Everything had become much more clear for me when Phil threatened her life. I hated that it took something so horrible for me to recognize my feelings, but I was glad I knew them now. I felt like I was bursting. I needed to tell her. I needed to make sure she knew in case I never got a

MichaelMy heart was racing both from running to get into position and the anxiety I felt. I hadn’t seen Isabella on the camera, and there was a dark worry inside of me. I couldn’t let myself think like that, though. I had to tell myself she was there and I just didn’t see her. I wondered if Camilla felt the same haunted anxiety about it. I needed to stay focused but I could only picture Isabella’s tearful face screaming for me. I could hardly bear it. I shook my head and tried to shake the image out. I looked at Camilla beside me. She seemed ready and I hoped she wouldn’t run into too much trouble when she got into the container with the children. I felt better knowing she had her gun and that she knew how to defend herself, but I still hoped that she didn’t have to. It was hard enough they had my daughter, but now I was risking the love of my life to get her back. "Are you ready?" I whispered. I was asking her but also secretly myself. We couldn’t afford to mess this up. I