All Chapters of Best Friend's Daddy, Billionaire Devil: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

His jaw ticks before his eyes fill with tears. That surprises me. I didn't expect the tears. The excuses, yes, but tears, definitely not. “It was supposed to be Charles. He knew Charles was after you and didn't want to get caught up in any of it. He paid me to…”“He first approached you to get Charles off my back, didn't he?”“Yeah.” He snorts before throwing back the rest of the whiskey. “Look what a good job I did. I begged him so many times. To think about Jess and Caterina. To think about his job, to try to nail all the other bad guys out there.”“You were unsuccessful,” I sigh. “So Sal decided to go ahead and take care of things.”“I swear to God, if I had known...” He places the glass on my desk before bending forward, elbows on his knees, his head in his hands. The slight shaking of his shoulders tells me what I need to know. He doesn't want me to see the tears he can't hold back.“She took his car that day, didn't she? And the gunman had no idea.”“I don't know the details.” H

“Now, will you please sit down?” I'm barely aware of Gianni guiding me to a seated position on the sofa. I hardly feel the supple leather beneath my hands.“Why did you ask him to come here? How much did you know?”“It's complicated.”That's not the answer I want to hear. Not after everything we've been through, not after discovering the truth.“Can you just give me a fucking answer, Gianni!! How much did you already know?”“I promised I would find answers.” I nod, waiting. “Roger finally put it together when he noticed how it seemed like Sebastian recognized Ken the day he and your father came to the house. We dug a little deeper, and Sebastian confirmed Ken took money from his father years ago.”“Why?”Gianni's voice is edged with hesitation. “Caterina... Are you sure you want to hear this?”“For God's sake, I'm not a child, and just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I'm some delicate flower incapable of handling big emotions. Tell me.”“Salvatore Costello paid Ken to keep your fath

“We can't out here,” she whispers. Her eyes sweep the patio while she bites her bottom lip seductively. “Somebody might see us.”“Sheryl is off for the day, and I made it clear we were not to be disturbed out here.” Even if there was a chance of being discovered, it would already be too late for me to change my mind. As usual, my body's needs are impossible to ignore.And once I caress her ass cheeks with both hands, she melts against me. She can't ignore her body's response to me, either. “You are incorrigible,” she whispers in my ear as I back her into the corner of the pool farthest from the house. The sun warms my skin, however it's the warmth between her legs that I'm more interested in.“Kiss me,” she whispers, taking my face in her hands, her tongue probing the seam of my lips before I part them and let her inside, her tongue sliding past mine and lighting up every nerve ending in my body.Our kiss deepens as her nails dig into my flesh until I'm sure she's pierced the skin—I n

“Anyway, in case you couldn't tell, we're both fans of Italian food. So she wanted to make sure there was enough spaghetti for both of us and figured a pound per person would do the trick.”“No!” Gianni practically hoots with laughter.“Add in that she forgot to put a lid on the sauce, so that started bubbling and spitting all over the stove, counter, and backsplash.”I slide down into my chair and wish for the floor to swallow me. “I did my best.”“Needless to say, we had pizza that night.” Dad casts a fond smile across the table. “She's not lying though, she's always done her best. Always thinking she had to take care of me, even when she was seven. Then again, she always has been an old soul.“I used to feel that way about Tatiana,” Gianni agrees. “There were times when she would look me in the eye with so much wisdom, it was almost scary. Here's this little kid imparting wisdom and common sense. It was rather humbling.”“That's a good word for it,” Dad agrees.Meanwhile, here I am

We turn in unison when the powder room door opens and Caterina emerges, fresh-faced, looking happy and content until she sees us standing together. “What happened?” she asks, freezing like a deer in headlights.“Nothing. Just a delivery.” I jerk my chin toward the kitchen. “And that tiramisu is calling my name.”“Thank you for cleaning up, by the way. I noticed when I walked through the kitchen.” She winks at Charles, giggling. “You're full of surprises.”“I do know how to use a sponge,” I retort as the three of us stroll down the hall. “And I'm fairly sure I even remembered to put soap in the dishwasher. You're supposed to use the stuff in the bottle on the sink, right?”“Ha, ha.” Then she looks at me, frowning. “You're not serious, are you?”“No. That's what's called a joke.”Charles heaves a sigh behind us. “Somehow, my daughter got it into her head that men are all helpless.”“Gee, where could I have gotten that idea from?” she fires back, smirking as she lifts the cake from its b