Todos los capítulos de My Bloodthirsty Mafia Man: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

*Chelsea’s POV* The sun peeked through the curtains just as my alarm clock rang. I reached over and hit the snooze button, hoping to get more sleep, but my mind hadn't been at ease since I lost contact with Gwen a few days ago. I had tried contacting her several times, but her phone went to voicemail. I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and yawned.I reached across the nightstand, grabbed my phone, and checked my missed calls, text messages, and voicemails.‘Mom: Chelsea, it's the first day of fall. Don't forget to meet me at Starbucks for our fall ritual.’Ah yes, how could I forget our evening pumpkin spice mocha at Starbucks? My mother and I started this tradition when Starbucks released their first line of drinks for the fall. There was nothing like a hot pumpkin spice tea or mocha to warm my body after standing in the freezing cold temperatures of New York.‘Mr. Jeffers: Chelsea, I need you to work late tonight. We have hundreds of articles that need to go to print today. Come to

*Gwen’s POV*I was looking forward to Isabella's return today. My journalistic nature needed answers to the feelings I was starting to have for Darick. After badgering Darick a little more, I finally got my answer. And it stunned me.He did it…for me. He did it because Godfrey was going to kill me.What boggled my mind was that Darick barely knew me. I broke into his house and insulted him, and he protected me when my life was in danger. How could he be so ruthless, yet kind, protective, and caring to an intruder? My body was still tingling from the softness of his lips. Thinking about his touch gave me goosebumps. Gazing into his eyes was like looking into the deep blue sea, and there was something about how his ruthless nature that turned me on. His chest, hard and sculpted, sent me into a lustful frenzy, and I couldn't stop thinking about what I would do to him. I wanted to lick every part of his body. I wondered what it would be like to date a vampire. From the moment I

*Gwen’s POV*I had lost track of how long I had been at Darick's house. At some point, I noticed I had stopped caring. I couldn't get any reception on my phone, so I had no one to call, and I found myself growing closer to everyone here. Isabella had bought me some new clothes, and with each passing day, I felt as if being at Darick's was a regular part of my everyday life. I finished getting dressed and headed to the kitchen for breakfast with Isabella. Nothing smelled better than coffee in the morning. The robust flavor and hot liquid soothed my nerves and helped me start my day. Usually, I would be shuffling through my notes and deciding which article I wanted to submit for publishing by now. Despite the usual routine, it still felt strange to get up in the morning and not go to work.I thought I would be used to it already, but old habits were hard to break, and I longed to read over my reports and prepare for the next story I would chase. However, chas

*Gwen’s POV*I rolled over and stretched my arm across the bed, only to feel emptiness beside me. I opened my eyes and didn't see Darick beside me. The candles were blown out, and the window was slightly cracked, letting in a mild cool breeze.I grabbed a pair of clothes from the Old Navy bag that Isabella had given me and pulled out a few outfits to choose from. I was leaning toward the red knit sweater with the black and red cat paw print leggings. Isabella had good taste in fashion.I walked to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, trying not to smile as I thought about my encounter with Darick last night. Shit! I was glowing and wondered if everyone would know what happened. What would they think? I spat the toothpaste in the sink and rinsed my mouth out.Why should I care about what his crew would think? Besides, Darick was the leader, and he would make sure no one said anything about it.I turned on the hot water and stepped into the shower. I could still fe

*Chelsea's POV*Dammit! I spilled my coffee on the stacks of paperwork covering my kitchen table. My eyes had bags under them as I worked tirelessly day and night trying to find Gwen. I managed to piece together different clues about where she could be, but kept running into dead ends. I had called the police, hospitals, and even tow truck companies to see if her car had been found since it wasn’t at her apartment.I feared the worst with each passing day, especially knowing that time was of the essence in missing person cases. I had talked to former employers and even put out flyers, but no one had seen or heard from her. Surely she would have told me had she left the country or gone on some wild news chase. I couldn't understand why she hadn't called, which scared me.I scanned the coffee-stained papers hoping to find additional clues.The Blood Kings was Gwen's last note I found in her apartment. I had completed the research on the Blood Brothers, but found