All Chapters of The Enigmatic Mafia Boss: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Beatrice’s POVHe looks at me for a minute and shakes his head. “What did I tell Nolan about fishing?”I lean back in my chair and stare. My fingertips brush up against my gun. “I’m not Nolan. And I’m not fishing.”“What would you call this exercise, then?”“It’s a friendly conversation between Vivian’s proxy, the executor of her will and estate, and a man who owes that estate money.”“I owe her estate nothing. Aamon De Luca is dead. You cannot prove I did that nor can you prove I did not.”“So she got screwed over in more than one way by you.”His granite gaze meets mine as he throws back the last of his drink. “I liked Vivian. But she was two things I could not tolerate. Consumed by revenge. Consumed by disease. One of those, maybe. But both? No. No. She was a shell of a woman. A beautiful shell. She had nothing left to give anyone except death and destruction. Her family was dead, and she wanted to light the world on fire.”Hearing him speak about my mother that way is almos

Beatrice’s POVIt’s an easy drive to the warehouse. I’ve got time to spare, and the FBI is on the way. There’s no point in going in early. Dawn is a cloak, and I park the car a few blocks away from the warehouse. A cluster of trees across the street keeps me hidden well enough to watch for any traffic coming and going from the building.To pass the time, I take out a few of my weapons and double-check they’re ready to fire and easy to access in a hurry. I yank my hair out of its ponytail and then do it again but tighter. The last thing I need is hair in my face while I’m trying to take a shot.I’m checking my watch again when a black SUV comes tearing around the street corner and whirls into the parking lot as close to the door as possible. Hopefully, whoever it is doesn’t keep the vehicle there. It’ll make it difficult for the agents to access the entrance. I step into the shadows until the driver’s door swings open and familiar jean-clad legs and a brown-blond head emerge.Shit.

Sierra’s POV17 years ago.Flint’s icy gaze is piercing, even from across the crowded Italian bar. Our gazes lock, and he smirks. It’s enough to make me want to toss everyone out of the way, let him lift me onto the scarred wooden surface and fuck me right here with an audience.Sexual napalm. Being round him is like an explosion in my loins. At twenty-eight, I had no idea a smirk from a man could cause my body to catch fire, until I started sleeping with Flint.I’ll be lucky to escape this affair with only third-degree burns.“Sierra.” Nolan bumps my shoulder and drinks from his pint of beer. “Did you her me?”I toy with my straw, dropping my gaze from Flint’s to respond to his younger brother, Nolan. “Don’t have a clue what you said. Sorry.”“I asked how your first day in Italy was going.”“Took a couple meetings for my dad. “I shrug. My father is trying to solidify connections here fro his arms company, and I volunteered to take the lead on the negotiations. “Business comes

Sierra’s POVAs soon as I'm out of Flint's room and down the hall, I hang up on the telemarketer and lean against the wall. Seeing him so haggard, so injured makes my chest constrict. Flirting with him, getting close to him, half expecting him to toss me onto the bed to have his way with me, causes the lower half of my body to pulse with desire. Never before Flint, and not once after, has the mere sight of a man made me weak with longing."You okay?" Eve pokes her head out of her office door."Sure, yeah." I straighten and tug on my jacket. "It's just-yeah, I'm fine.""He looks rough, but he's okay. Or he'll be fine as long as he doesn't get shot or stabbed again anytime soon."Dropping my phone into my bag, I purse my lips together. "He's been no trouble?"Eve laughs. "I've avoided him when he's awake, until today. Some mild flirting. Thanks for loaning me the rock." She flashes her ring finger at me.The lights catch the diamond."I don't need it anymore." I frown. "Flint told me on

Sierra’s POVI lead the way into the house. Each step is quicksand, tugging on my feet, sucking me deeper. Rescuing Flint was more instinct than intellect. For seventeen years, I ignored anything to do with him. Then a whiff of the De Luca brothers, thanks to Tris's scheming, and I've been hauled into their vortex of death and danger.Not that the international arms business is sunshine and roses. I've grown up with those dangers, and my father is well-established. Everything in this world makes sense to me. Flint's brand of rage, sex, and violence has always turned me on, but I never understood why.I stride through the house, my flats making me silent on the wood floor. Usually I make a more of an entrance. Flint and Jay are far enough behind that I should be able to warn Eric before the two men come face-to-face.Sitting on the couch, suit jacket open, feet propped on the table and a drink in his hand, is Eric. Like this, he makes my breath catch. He's the opposite of Flint in his