Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Would Kill for you, Baby: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 93

Sheila Damien almost looks nervous at the woman, which is kind of funny to me. Isn't he supposed to be some tough Mafia boss?"Hey, Addie. This is Sheila," Damien says. "Sheila, this is my wife, Adeline."Hi," I say shyly.Adeline's eyes light up. "Sheila? Ethan told me about you!"Ethan talked about me? My cheeks warm at the thought."What are you doing here? Where is Ethan?" she asks.I look at Damien, trying to give him a chance to explain the situation, but when he says nothing, I decide to tell her myself."Mr. Damien kidnapped me from my school."Adeline's face twists into a frown. "He did what!?" she exclaimed.Damien raises his hand. "Now, hold on, I wouldn't call it kidnapping."I keep my smile intact. "It was definitely kidnapping. Some guy just pulled over next to me and told me to get inside the car."Adeline glared at him. "And why did you do such a thing?""Mr. Damien found out I am the daughter of his enemy, so he wanted to have a chat with me," I answer for him.Adeli

SheilaI freeze, my heart racing as I look around the room, trying to spot any signs of danger. Ethan notices my distress and places a comforting hand on my arm."Is everything okay?" he asks, concern etched on his face."I don't know," I say, showing him the message from my dad. "He's telling me to leave."Ethan's expression darkens. "We should go, then. Henrik!" he calls out to my brother, who's standing at the punch bowl, chatting up one of the teachers. "We need to leave. Now."Henrik nods, his eyes scanning the room. "I'll go get the car."We rush out of the venue, and Henrik pulls the car around to the front. We jump in, and he speeds off into the night."What's going on?" I ask, my heart pounding in my chest."I don't know. But I got the same message from Dad, telling us to leave," Henrik says, scanning the parking lot.Ethan's phone buzzes, and he checks it. "My dad is telling me the same thing.""Someone is following us," Henrik says urgently as he looks into the rearview mir