All Chapters of My Dad's Mafia Bestfriend: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

GregWe went to his apartment after we finished eating, the ride filled with mumblings and kisses as a designated driver drove, and we both stumbled into his apartment when we got there.I wasn't even sure what the place looked like; I was just focused on this man that was now my boyfriend.Kael or Benjamin Clarke.I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face.I hadn't even been expecting the question at all considering the fact that it had seemed like he was never going to ask, thanks to the whole situation, but he had, and I'm glad.I pushed him onto the bed and slid down his body till I was face to face with his tight trousers."Fuck." His face beamed.I smirked.Yeah, that's right.He just had a way of responding to me that always made me feel powerful. Like he lost all control when he was around me, and I was determined to make him lose it even more tonight.He relaxed against the bed and helped me take off his trousers before spreading his legs again, and I got to suckin

GregLyra and Adrian finally picked a date for their wedding a month after I moved to Barcelona, which was also around the time she gave birth, and I went back to Rome to help with the preparations.The guest list, the gown, the cake, the invitation design, then the venue.Adrian had already decided on Thailand with her, and they put together their guests from both sides.It wasn't up to a hundred.First of all, because of attention—they didn't want that—and second of all, because they just want to have the moment with close family and friends.I loved the whole theme and vibe and teared up even more when she went for her first fitting with the designer.Jolene Craig. One of the best designers in Italy.She looks so beautiful.Bella agreed too.The lace, the shape, she accentuated all of that with her aura.I just couldn't wait to see Adrian's expression when he sees her.Next was the cake, which we helped pick the design of, and we chose the outfits for the bridesmaids, us, and Betha

BellaUgh, I couldn't believe I got caught after everything.The ship, the motels, the tunnels, and wearing the freaking hoodie I've been wearing everywhere I go.The police still caught me on entering the country."You have a right to a lawyer...." Blah blah, and blah, and all that, they said when they handcuffed me, and they threw me into this van.I sighed and tried to adjust my wrist in the handcuffs even though there was literally no space."Stop moving." The man beside me snapped and stared, and I scowled for a minute before averting my gaze from him.At least it was the police who had caught me, not them, so I was still better off."Get down."I did so with the help of the officer when we got to the FBI office, and they dragged me along till I was seated in an empty room with grey walls and a single table in the midst of it.I stared at the single window or mirror in the room, which I knew the officers were just staring at me from the other side, and I smiled."Let's get this o

BellaThe following days were a repetition of the past few days.Wake up, shower, eat, mingle around the field, get bullied, work in the kitchen, do some homemade workout I learned, shower, eat, then sleep.I hardly had conversations with my cellmate since she was always to herself, and I rarely backed down for my bullies.I hated bullies, and I made sure to let them know.The next morning, though, went a different way because some bullies thought it wise to harass me while bathing.It happened suddenly.Hands groping me while I tried to clear the soap from my eyes and some grabbing my breast while at it."You bitches!"They held me and tried to take me to a corner where they could do God knows what until we all paused.One hand left me.Another.Then there were thuds around me.I wasn't sure what was going on as I had soap in my eyes, and I felt a stronger hand grab me after a minute.Water.Oh, thank God.Then I opened my eyes.It was my cellmate, and the other ladies in the bathroo

BellaMy cellmate—or should I say my former cellmate—was still towering over me when I moved to slip the arms of the jumpsuit off, and I sighed, "Can you move back or something?" You're crowding my space."She did move back, but her eyes remained trained on me.Okay, this was awkward.I know she had basically seen me naked before—thanks to the fact that we were both in prison—but now we were out of it, and it felt like she was a pervert watching me blatantly.Maybe she is a pervert.I gave myself a little privacy by turning to the side, away from her gaze, and slipped on the top and pants she had handed me about a minute later."So who sent you?"She stood up from the wall she had been leaning against and picked up the jumpsuit. "You'll see.""You'll see?!"This vague way of responding was starting to get on my nerves."So you're saying the person is coming here?""Correct.""And why should I stick around till then?""Because you have nowhere to go anyway. You're literally a fugitive.