All Chapters of The Enigmatic Mafia Boss: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Sierra’s POVThe whole day has been a blur, from Eric's pompous expression when I admitted Lucas was mine, to Galina taking me through the steps to care for him, to the distance Flint has put between us.Or maybe I'm imagining his aloofness. Maybe I'm the person putting the space there. My world has tilted on its axis, and I can't shift reality back, make it level again.The thing I do know? I'm exhausted. Emotionally and physically drained. When Lucas goes to bed for the night, or however many hours before he needs to feed again, I head to bed. Flint trails behind me, his hands in his pockets.Eric tries to catch my attention, but I've been ignoring him all day. I don't give a shit if Lucas is biologically his baby too. Ever being with him in any way makes my stomach heave like I'm on a boat tossed around by the sea.Flint closes the door to the bedroom and then leans back against it. "You look tired," he says before pushing off and ambling toward me. He tosses his wallet and other o

Flint’s POVMy mind drifts to Hagen, but I don’t want to call that fucker again in Boston for another international favor. Still, if he can pull strings in Russia and at least make sure Sierra’s name is on the birth certificate, we might have a hope in hell of securing some sort of custody agreement. At the moment, we’re flying blind. Hagen might refer me back to Demid, and I can’t go to him with this problem. If the guy is like me, he’d murder Eric’s child in retaliation for Valeriya’s death. He wouldn’t think twice about the baby being biologically Sierra’s kid too. He didn’t seem that ruthless, but the last time I underestimated someone, I was shot up in a warehouse and almost bled out on the floor. That’s not happening again.“I’m tired,” Sierra says, against my chest.I lift her up in my arms and carry her to the bed, then slide her under the covers. She reaches for me, and I shake my head.“You’re not coming back to bed?” she says.“I’m going to grab a drink,” I say. “Get some

Sierra’s POVEvery time the front door opened or a car door slammed, I couldn’t help peering out the window, staring at the entrance with raw longing. Eric only kept his distance until he realized Flint wasn’t anywhere in the house. A few times, Jay redirected a conversation or stepped in the path of Eric’s straying hands.In a moment of weakness, I texted Flint. That was hours ago. While the message has been delivered, it hasn’t been read. When I glance up from checking my phone again, my father is frowning. Eric is outside talking to a security guy about a video game they play in their free time. Occasionally, their voices drift through an open window. It’s almost midnight.When I stand up, tired from waiting, I tuck my phone into the back pocket of my jeans. “I’m going to bed.”My father rises and so does Jay.“I’m flying out in the morning,” Dad says. “It seems like Flint’s come to his senses and gave you and Eric time to work on being a family. I can see how hard this transition

Sierra’s POV The room is pitch-black and soundproof. Whoever is out there must have cut the power to the house and disabled the backup generator. None of us know the target of this massacre. It could be me, Eric, my father, even Flint.Flint as the mark makes my stomach flip. Where’d he go and what’s he doing? Jay claims he doesn’t have any details either. His phone died about an hour ago, but we weren’t able to get a signal anyway. The panic room is built under the basement.With my gaze pinned to the ceiling, I hope no one with a gun discovers the trapdoor and concealed staircase in Lucas’s room. It’s a steep, winding decent meant only for one person at a time.Jay was almost too broad to make it. Even now, having navigated it, I can’t believe the passage exists. Who is up there? What do they want?How will we know when they’re gone?Lucas makes a snuffling noise and snuggles into my chest, trying to find food. Soon we’ll have to take a chance and leave. We can’t let him starve, an

Flint’s POVDespite the twenty-four-hour security I’ve insisted on having here in Switzerland the last few weeks, I can’t escape this nagging sensation in my stomach, louder than a whisper, not quite a roar. That sixth sense has never steered me wrong when I’ve listened to it, and it’s going off like crazy.The stupid part about this unease is that it’s being overridden on a daily basis by an overwhelming satisfaction. Sierra has agreed to give her father one week in Chicago to get the business in order for the transition, and then she’s out—gone for good.Things have been ticking along in Switzerland for the last few weeks between me, Sierra, Lena, and Lucas. We’ve already paid for the renos to the property in Cape Verde, and Jay and his family are flying there this week to oversee the build. We greased some wheels and got approval to construct a hotel and casino on her waterfront property. It’ll be fucking glorious.Sometimes I wonder if that’s my problem. There isn’t something com