Lahat ng Kabanata ng Indebted To The Cruel Mafia Boss: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Chapter 112Cephus’ POVThe only reason you are here, and you’re still alive,” I murmur quietly, “is thatshe is still alive, and I’m trying to figure out what you are to her. Or if you mean anything to her.Capisci?Do you understand? I have no problem scattering your remains in the desert. And no one––and I mean no one––would even find a scrape of you. I’m sure no one would mind that you were gone, either. And maybe I’m going out on a limb here… But people would probably dance on your grave if they knew you were gone for good. So don’t fuck with me or my patience. You’ve already taken up too much space in my life. And I’ve wasted too much time with you. I have better things to do than playing detective with you.”He gasps in my grip before I tear my hand away from him and push him back.Vito catches him so he doesn’t fall backward.It’s a miracle my white shirt is still crisp and not stained.“Why is it a different story?” I ask, falling back into my seat.“She has some problems ba

Chapter 114Katie's POVThe rug lining the floor muffles the clicking of my heels as we make the trip to what I believe to be the lobby.The man assigned to take care of me doesn’t spare a glance in my direction.He only shows me the way as we navigate an intricate maze of hallways separated by thick doors.At some point, we are deep in the dimly lit underbelly of the hotel, and I clench my jaw to prevent my teeth from chattering.So many things have shaken me to the core and put a strain on my body.What happened to Beau. The men who came to my rescue and our trip to that room, where I frankly didn’t know what to believe.I didn’t know what to expect.I thought they’d leave us there––Beau and me––and maybe deal with us in the morning.The prospect of being with Beau in the same room scared the shit out of me.I didn’t know how much longer I could rely on these people to create a buffer between Beau and me.I honestly think the more moments like this Beau and I will have, the more ven

Chapter 116Cephus’ POVEarlier“I knowwho the fuck you are,” Beau mumbles through his swollen, blood–stained lips.“Then why the fuck are you here?”“I’m not dealing if that’s what bothers you,” he says, desperation beaming in his voice.“Color me unimpressed. I don’t care whether you’re dealing or not. You won’t fuck with my women or threaten me. You’re lucky you’re still alive––I’ve told you that already. But your luck won’t last forever. Do you know why people like you never work for me? Because they can’t get anything done. They always get caught up in some shit. Like you, motherfucker,” I say, washing my hands in the sink and rolling my sleeves down.He’s wrapped in towels as Vito is still very much concerned with the floors more than anything else.“What do you want me to do with him, Boss?”Drying my hands with a towel, I ponder.“Clear the fucking van of those losers and put him in. Let him contemplate his life for a while, then send him home.”I drop the towel on the edge

Chapter 118Katie's POVHe uncrosses his arms and straightens as if getting ready to leave while I suck in a long, tense breath.“All right,” he says, appearing to be set on walking out when I speak again.“Are you working?” I ask.He swings his gaze to me.“Are you working now?” I ask, suspecting that he is.He could also be on his way to a different hotel room where he might fuck someone.I don’t know what makes me think I’m an expert in reading Cephus Salla’s expressions.I guess trying to avoid dangerous situations with my father has sharpened my perception.It's a survival mechanism, I suspect. Trying to stay alive and telling the bad guys from the good guys.I’m not an expert, but I rely on my budding intuition.He doesn’t answer.Or maybe he’s looking for an answer.“Would you mind staying with me a little longer?” I ask in a wavering voice. “I have a hard time falling asleep.”And that’s the truth.These past twenty-four hours have been a rollercoaster. A race for survival. I’

Chapter 120Cephus’ POVLater that dayI round the corner and enter the largest gambling room in the back of the casino.The place is packed, the crowd is loud, and the money flows. I signal to Vito to follow me, and we walk down the corridor and enter one of the chambers.My eyes fly to the screens.“How many do we have?”He crashes into a chair while I round the desk, claim my own seat, and check out the livestreams.“About twenty.”I lift my eyes and lock his gaze.“Any problems so far?” I ask.“No. They behave. Boris will be here tonight.”It’s not the first time the Russians have paid us a visit.We don’t mix business with pleasure and mostly cut deals and try to get along.I don’t mind them in my casino.They are big spenders and like our women.They are too flashy for my taste, but I don’t care about that part and have no problem taking their money.The business we discuss has mostly to do with staying out of each other’s territories. Once in a while, some clean-up is needed in