Now, the consigliere wants me back! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

*Victoria POV*"VICTORIA, COME TO THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW! The text message gave out an urgent order.I slide out of the cab with the gift box in my hands. I was so excited; I would get to see my husband again after being away for over a month due to a contract deal.I believe he too, couldn't wait to see me as well that's why he sent that message."Bradley, "I called out with much enthusiasm, dancing on my toes as I walked past the foyer of our small bungalow house."Welcome honey!" I rushed to give him a hug, kissing him all over his face. I pulled away with a creased eyebrow when he didn't reciprocate. His behavior was strange; the Bradley I know would have been all over me; he would even try to make out with me immediately, so what's wrong?"Honey, what's the matter?" I inquired, keeping the gift box aside before turning to face him. He stepped away from me and dropped the glass of red wine that was in his hand; his expression was stoic and unreadable.It was when he stepped away furt

*Bradley POV*It still hurts as if it happened yesterday. I know back then I was young and naive; I would have done things much better, but even though I did it all for her—to protect her.I look at the big, several portraits littering the walls of my bedroom, her big, sparkling hazel eyes, her beautiful smile, and those sexy dimples on her face make my heart clench every time I think back to that night. It still hurts, but I did it for her, for her own good.I strode out of my closet, holding the outfit I will be putting on today. I have a few gang meetings to host on behalf of Carlos. I am his consigliere, but he gives me jobs and duties as if I'm the boss.I dressed up, picked up my car keys, tucked them into my pocket as well as my handgun, and strode out of my room."What are you still doing here?" My jaw twitched with rage, blazing my eyes at the whore I picked last night. I am slowly drifting into becoming a sex addict. I normally pick up to three whores in one night to quench

*Bradley POV*When Carlos told me the girl he had in mind was working inside this club, I was disappointed at his choices."With all due respect, my lord, do you think this is the right way to go about it?" I intoned, going inside the suite with him."What are you scared of? Relax, Brad. When you see her for yourself, you will know that she isn't a mistake." He countered."Boss, this person in question is a stripper? How is she a good choice? We need a tamed—" He cut in, "Trust me, this is a perfect lady for this job. She might not be entirely tamed, but she is beyond able for this task." I sighed out of frustration. How could a stripper be a better option? She might end up backing out from the deal or demanding more—they are naturally greedy bitches."So where is she?" I requested."She will soon be here; I send one of the guards to fetch her." I gave a curt nod of understanding, hiding the displeasure from my face. "Please excuse me; I need to use the restroom," I informed him, stru

*Victoria POV*I walked into the living room and saw Carlos seated on one of the couches, holding a duplicate of the mug. This time my name was the one tinted to it with love affirmations."So much for the press; you must value your reputation," I gave out a mockery smile. Looking at the camera setups as if we're about to shoot a movie."Yup, Bunnie," I rolled my eyes at what he used to address me. He casually stood up from the couch with his hands tucked on both sides of his pocket. His trimmed short beard complemented his bald head, making his facial features stand out.I beckoned at the mug, "Is this necessary?" He smirked at me, "Oh yes, baby, my family and the public need to believe us, and you better be a good actress." He turned from me and faced the cameraman."Hope you are set?""Yes, sir!" The man affirmed respectfully."Move to the kitchen and make our coffee, I scoffed at his order, looking down at the mug he was extending to me. I walked closer and collected it grumpily b

*Victoria POV*I woke up in the middle of the night with a grumbling stomach. I lifted my butt off the bed carefully. I saw a glass of water beside my bedside, which made the flashback of what happened in the kitchen flow back into my head, "Jeez!" I facepalmed myself.I trotted out of my bedroom and carefully walked towards the kitchen. Everywhere in the kitchen has been cleaned and properly arranged. I close the proximity of the kitchen cabinet, and I, opening the shelf—looking for any sort of snack."Seriously? No snacks!" I slapped the last shelf closed loudly out of frustration before realising it, " Shit, I hope no one heard that.""What should I do? This bitch is really hungry," I addressed my grumbling stomach, still searching around for any sort of food. It's past 2:00 a.m. in the night. I don't know if any restaurants would be open, this is one of the problems of moving into a new neighbourhood—you have to start looking into every detail from the start.My lingering gaze fe