All Chapters of I Sold Out a Mafia Boss: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Ricardo’s POVI can’t stand it.The sound of her sobbing kills me, and for once I don’t know whether I want to kill it or cradle it. I pace the room, fighting myself, and then, fuck it, I leave.I leave the room, slamming the door behind me with a force that rattles the frames. I go downstairs, not to escape her, but to escape the feeling she’s making me feel.I stalk down the stairs step by step. I need a drink. Something to burn through the noise in my head. Something to turn my blood to fire instead of ice.In the lounge, I take a bottle of brandy and pour heavy into a glass cup. I throw everything back all at once and the liquor scalds my throat.I pour again. Then again. And again. I just needed a drink. But one drink turns into four, and four into an empty bottle. My hand shakes when I set the glass down. And my head pounds.I can still hear her cries.“Fuck!” I yell, throwing the glass cup at the wall. It shatters, and the sound catches the attention of one of my security outsi

Alma’s POVThe line clicks dead in my hand. I stare at the phone for a long moment with a racing heart. Ricardo took the bait.I turn to Charles who is sitting across from me. His dark eyes are locked on mine, waiting. I don’t even have to tell him, he can read it all over me."He took the bait," I whisper with relief and dread. My words are like a quiet confirmation of Charles’s victory."Yes!" Charles exclaims, pumping his fist in the air. “Finally. We’re getting somewhere. I’m finally getting somewhere with him.”Then, his excitement fades and his facial expression softens. He takes my hand in his and softens his voice."Are you sure you want to do this, Alma? Because it’s not just your life on the line anymore. You’re putting Linda’s sister's life in jeopardy too. If Ricardo catches wind of what we’re up to…” His voice trails off.I had already thought about this, long and hard, before coming to Charles with this plan. I don’t hesitate. There’s none left in me.I meet his gaze. “I

Angelo’s POVI wake up with a strange kind of certainty. My birthday's slowly approaching and for some reason I’ve got this good feeling about it.My condo is quiet as I move through it slowly, savoring the peace, like maybe for once my life isn’t sitting on the edge of a blade.I cook my own breakfast: eggs, bacon and toast, nothing fancy. But it feels good doing it for myself. I plate it neatly and sit down with my fork in hand. Just as I’m about to take that first bite, my phone buzzes.Of course. No peace for the wicked.I pick it up from the table, glance at the screen, and groan so loudly I nearly choke on my own annoyance. It’s Antonella.I roll my eyes and loll my head back. What the fuck does she want? I knew that if she was calling me, it had to be a problem. A Ricardo problem.Still, I swipe to answer all the while trying to sound as unbothered as possible.“Angelo,” she says. Her voice is a little too bright, a little too casual. The way she says it, I know she wants somet

Lana’s POVI'm on my knees, and my hands rest on his thighs feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his suit pants.His shirt is half-unbuttoned, revealing a bit of his chest hair, and his suit jacket is still on, giving him a put-together look that only adds to my desire."Fuck, Lana," he groans, as I take him in my mouth.My lips wrap around his thick, long, veiny dick. I love the way he tastes, the way he fills my mouth, the way he moans in response to my touch. I've got him right where I want him, and I'm going to make sure he enjoys every second of it.I swirl my tongue around his head, teasing him before taking him deeper into my mouth. I hollow out my cheeks, creating suction, and he lets out a low moan as his hands find their way to my hair. I love it when he takes control like this, guiding my head as I suck him off.His grip on my hair is punishing, forcing me deeper until I gag, but I don’t resist. I keep my lips sealed tight around him, dragging every groan ou

Charles’ POVThe next day couldn’t have come fast enough. I’ve been running the conversation over in my head all night: what I’ll say, how I’ll say it, how Antonella might react when she sees that the anonymous tipper was me. This could either break Ricardo’s empire from the inside or tighten its walls against me forever.I wake up early. Alma does too. By the time the sun is up, both of us are dressed in the finest modest office wear. It feels ceremonial. Today is more than a meeting, it’s the dawn of a new era.Antonella hasn’t changed the venue. It’s still the café. Still the A sign. Just like we had agreed before.Before leaving, I take Alma’s hand in mine, with my fingers intertwining with hers. “Wish me luck, my love.”She squeezes my hands. Her smile trembles but it’s full of faith. “I wish you luck, golden cop.”I laugh under my breath, shaking my head at the public nickname she rarely ever called me. Her smile draws me in. I kiss her softly, and when I pull back, I realize I’