Todos los capítulos de Best Friend's Daddy, Billionaire Devil: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

GIANNIThings are starting to look up, which leaves me wondering when the other shoe will drop. I'm finally starting to move without too much pain, and whatever lingering pain there is is much more manageable with the help of ibuprofen.If it wasn't for the fact of Jack and Donovan Moroni being out there somewhere, mocking me with their very living and breathing, I'd have to say life is pretty good. I have a lot to be grateful for, and I am, though it doesn't feel like anyone is truly safe with them still out there.I can imagine Jack sitting back and laughing—even if he didn't get what he wanted and all his efforts were for nothing. He didn't get a single cent out of me and had no control over my businesses. All he did was nearly lose his son.If only I were naïve enough to think he won't try again, however I'm too jaded to believe that. A man like Jack will not rest. He'll want revenge for Donovan's injuries and for the men he lost. He's like an arsonist who wants repayment for the

“Charles, you need to calm down,” Ken tells him, taking him by the arm.An arm he yanks away, snarling. “No. I need to break every fucking bone in this bastard's body for what he did. He's never going to change,” he insists to Caterina. “This is what love is to him. It's lies and control. Manipulation. Come home with me.”I want to tell him he's wrong, but he's not. In the past, all I wanted was to be able to control Caterina, to make sure she couldn't leave me, and parts of me still have a deep-rooted desire for that, because the thought of losing her kills me, but I'm trying to do better, be better, and I refuse to let Charles think he can tell her what to do.“She's a grown woman, capable of making her own choices,” I remind him.“I wasn't speaking to you.”“I don't care. Caterina is old enough to make her own choices. I know it's difficult, but you must learn to respect that.”“The only thing that matters to me is her safety, and if that means getting rid of you, then I will. I'll

“Dad, I love you,” I whisper, “but you're going to lose me if you refuse to let me live my own life. I'm not asking you to agree with my decisions, although I am asking you to respect them. I'm an adult, not a little girl anymore. You're going to be a grandfather, and you're out here beating the crap out of a man who happens to be my baby's father. Stop and take a look at yourself. Is this who you want to be? Because, right now, you are not the father I remember.”“I just...” He puts his palms to his forehead, tipping his head back with closed eyes. “I just can't lose you, too. Don't you get that? I don't want to lose you to this violent world he lives in. You came so close this last time. What happens the next time someone comes after you, or the time after that? Because when you are close to a man like him, the attacks willneverstop. His enemies want to get to him, and they're going to do that by using you, and the baby,” he adds before I can open my mouth. “Telling me you care abou

“Of course not.” Smirking when she tips her head to one side, I add, “I understand why you would guess that, but trust me. We don't talk much about you, and I would like to change that.”“Okay.” She seems to give it real thought while our server sets a platter of cheese and roasted vegetables between us. “You know, I always figured I had everything in place. I wanted to work in economics, get a stable job that came with a retirement fund, all that stuff.” She drizzles honey over a piece of parmesan, then moans as she places it in her mouth.“Careful,” I warn, lifting an eyebrow. “I don't know how far my self-control will get us if you insist on turning me on with those sexy sounds.”“Sorry.” The wicked gleam in her eyes tells a different story. We both know this will only lead to me ravishing her once we get home—if I can wait that long. I've already envisioned fucking her right here on the table.“Anyway, it feels wrong turning my back on that.” I keep my thoughts to myself, although

Gianni holds me snugly to his side, like he's afraid I'll slip away if he doesn't.“Yes! That sounds amazing.”Actually, it sounds heavenly. That's the one thing we've missed: spending time together, just the two of us. Sure, there's the sex, which is amazingly earth-shattering and only ever seems to get better. I didn't know until now, though, what I truly craved was a night spent sharing dinner, a little impromptu dancing, and a hot bath together.Although the sex was a big bonus.Nobody would believe how much fun he is to spend time with. How funny he is, at least when he's relaxed, without the burden of work and the dangers involved weighing on him. I'm sure when people see us together—like the waitress at the restaurant, who at least did her best to hide it—they see a wealthy, middle-aged man and a much younger girl and immediately jump to all the wrong conclusions. They probably think there's no way for us to find any common ground with such a big age difference. And I'm sure th