All Chapters of Best Friend's Daddy, Billionaire Devil: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

CATERINAThere's a ringing in my ears and a high-pitched squealing that makes it nearly impossible to hear anything. I can vaguely make out Gianni's shouting. My father shouts something back, but I can't make out the words. It's like trying to listen to someone speak while you're underwater.The smell of smoke tickles my nostrils. What is burning? Gianni rushes towards me, his hands cup my cheeks and I want to tell him I'm okay but I can't hear my own voice.What happened?The look on his face is pure terror, and his hands wrap tight around my arms as he pulls me through the kitchen, my Dad close behind us. Once outside, the fresh air helps a little, but I still can't put the pieces together on what happened. All I know is that my heart's pounding out of my chest, and I think I'm going to throw up.“Are you alright?” I can read Gianni's lips even if it sounds like he's talking to me from behind a closed door. He runs his hands over my arms, torso, face, and neck. “Were you injured?” I

GIANNIThere she goes. Theretheygo. She's taking part of my heart with her. I doubt I could live through sending her away with anyone else. Roger, maybe, but that's as far as it goes. Charles better hope he hasn't gotten rusty during his time away from the job, because if anything happens to her, I will paint this town in blood.A cold breeze blows over me, chilling my skin. Tatiana shivers in my arms. “Dad?” Her soft voice brings my thoughts back to her. “What should I do?”She needs me to pull my shit together. I can't upset her by blowing up now. As calmly as possible, I respond, “I want you to go to your room and pack a few things while Roger and I make plans. Okay? Can you do that for me?”“Okay. Is it safe in there?”I turn to the pair of men exiting the house, my brows lifting in a silent question. “All clear,” one of them announces. “We got what was left of the device out through the back.”“Go ahead–but don't waste any time.” With a kiss on her forehead, I send her inside wit

CATERINA“This isn’t easy for me,” my father rambles on as we reach the interstate and merge into traffic.It’s not very heavy at this time of night, and I hope we don’t end up getting stuck in a jam somewhere. The sooner we are at the safe house, the sooner I’ll be able to breathe easier. Not easy, but easier than I am now, with my heart in my throat and a sense of dread drumming in my head.“You think it’s fun for me?” I counter. “I don’t like this any more than you do.”“You have a choice. That’s what I need you to get through your head. You don’t have to go through this.” His hands tighten around the wheel, his shoulders rising as he takes a ragged breath. “He doesn’t own you. You get to make your own choices.”“I realize all of that.”“Are you sure?”The anger bubbling in his voice tells me I need to take a breath and smooth things over before we steer this conversation into dangerous territory. What I need most at this point is his support to keep me centered, and that’s not goi

GIANNIThere is no sense of peace in the house. No hope of calm. Not while it’s crawling with guards at all hours. Not with Jack out there somewhere, plotting how he’s going to blow my world to pieces for taking his son’s life.I sent Roger home an hour ago against his wishes. He needs sleep–we both do, but I can’t imagine willing my mind to quiet down long enough for sleep to catch up to me. I would only toss and turn and wake Caterina. One of us needs to be sharp, meaning he needs a break while I pace my office or check in with the guards down at the front gate walking the perimeter. Watching. Waiting.If this goes on much longer, I don’t know how my nerves will stand it. A man in my position can expect to spend sleepless nights. I’ve lived with strain, stress, tension, to the point where I thought I was impervious. But this? Everything that’s ever mattered is at stake, and at the moment, I can’t do anything but wait for Jack to show his face. Roger’s exhausted his extensive contact

“Shhhh, we'll be leaving as soon as we finish here,” Sebastian assures her in an offhanded way. She flinches before a broken sob tears its way out of her. “Just keep ahold of her while I help our guests out.”I turn my attention to Jack. He’s the reason I’m here after all. “Hello, Jack,” I murmur, coming to a stop in front of him. “It’s been too long. How’s the family?”His eyes are bloodshot, making their already icy color stand out in sharp contrast as he glares at me with pure, seething hatred. Good. Let him hate me. Let him reflect on the pain he’s endured so far. I crouch slowly, my gaze locked with his. “There’s something I want you to remember for the rest of your increasingly short life: everything that’s happened to you so far is your doing. You chose to turn this into a war. You hijacked my shipments and attacked my business. You partnered up with Amalia. You kidnapped Caterina and my daughter. You set all of this into motion. There is no one to blame but yourself for what i