บททั้งหมดของ Divorced and Rekindled (Once Divorced, Twice Loved): บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Chapter 32AngeloOne of the guards found the sedan, and after searching the vehicle, Vittoria’s luggage was retrieved from the backseat.The tracker’s signal disappeared ten minutes ago, meaning she’s probably on a fucking plane. It’s either that or the ring was destroyed, which I seriously doubt.“Find out what flight Vittoria is on!” I bark the order as I walk back to the SUV.“Where are we going?” Big Ricky asks while he grabs hold of the luggage to bring it along.“To the private jet. We need to be up in the air STAT.”“Call me as soon as you know which flight Mrs. Rizzo took,” Big Ricky shouts at Bruno, who’s already jogging toward the airport’s entrance.He waves a hand in the air to show he heard the order.Jesus, baby, stop running so I can get to you.We climb back into the SUV, and while Big Ricky drives to where the private jet is, I make a quick call to the pilot so they can refuel and get ready for take-off.Christ. The only thing I have counting in my favor is that she’

Chapter 34ToriRunning down an empty stretch of road, shadows darken as they creep toward me.I open my mouth to scream, but there’s no sound.Pressure builds around me, and it feels like I’m being chased, but I can’t see anyone.Intense loneliness engulfs me, and suddenly, I’m wearing a wedding dress.Black ink slowly spreads up from the seam of the dress, and my body feels heavier and heavier as I try to walk.The ink reaches my neck, and I gasp for air as I stare up at the blacksky.Unable to open my mouth, my panic and fear become so intense it feelslike I’m being strangled.“Noooo!” I slam into something hard as I startle awake. My breaths are nothing more than gasps.“I’ve got you,” Angelo’s voice rumbles above my head.Oh, God. No!As I realize I slammed into Angelo’s chest, and I feel his arms around me, all the terror and trauma come rushing back.Maurizio telling me how my corpse will be eaten by worms. The struggle on the balcony before falling over the railing. Maurizio

Chapter 36AngeloIt’s been a long day, and I feel so fucking agitated I could kill someone.I’m staring blankly at the TV screen, not really watching the movie as I sip on a tumbler of whiskey. Suddenly, my phone starts to vibrate, and letting out a sigh, I pull the device out of my pocket.“Rizzo,” I mutter.“It’s Eddie. I thought I’d let you know Giorgio’s running another tab in the casino. It’s already sitting at eighty thousand. Do you want me to cut him off?”Unreasonable anger flares through my chest as I growl, “I’ll handle it.” “He’s also been harassing the strippers and bragging about being yourbrother-in-law,” Eddie adds fuel to the fire.I should’ve killed the fucker already.Ending the call, I down the rest of the whiskey before I get up and walk to the bedroom so I can change out of the sweatpants.The fucker seriously has a death wish, and I’m done playing with him.When I’ve changed into a suit, I tuck my gun into the waistband of my pants as I head back to the living

Chapter 38AngeloI’m sitting on the couch when I hear Vittoria’s heels clicking on the stairs.Getting up, I walk to the foot of the stairs, and I glance up at her.My woman looks breathtaking in the blue silk gown, and with the makeup accentuating her beautiful features, she’s a fucking wet dream.I step closer and hold my hand out to her. A smile lights up her face as her fingers wrap around mine, and when she stops on the last step, her eyes are filled with love.I tug her against my chest and wrap my other arm around her lower back to pin her to me. Lowering my head to her ear, I take a deep breath of her floral scent.My words are a low growl filled with desire for my wife. “You take my breath away, mia piccola tentatrice.”Lifting her hands to my clean-shaven jaw, she looks at me as if I’m her entire world, and I’ve never felt more powerful.She presses a soft kiss to my lips, then whispers, “I love you, il mio diavolo.”I grin against her mouth when I hear her call me her devi

SynopsisAt the office, Samantha is mouthy AF and hellbent on testing my patience. So you can imagine my surprise when my new personal assistant walks into my club with a very specific fantasy.When the man Samantha’s paired with doesn’t stick to the rules, I step in to take his place. Wearing a mask protects my identity, and soon the little wildcat from the office is telling me all her darkest secrets and fantasies.During the day, she gives me hell, but at night, she becomes my wounded kitten.I know I’m playing a dangerous game.She doesn’t know I’m one of the heads of the Cosa Nostra.She doesn’t know her boss and her nightly visitor is the same person.With my enemy on the attack and her past coming to haunt her, our secrets come out in the most explosive way possible, threatening to rip Samantha away from me.But my wildcat has another thing coming if she thinks I’ll ever let go.Chapter 1SamanthaFranco Vitale; 35. Samantha Blakely; 26.I’ve only been Mr. Vitale’s personal ass