บททั้งหมดของ Divorced But Desired by the Mafia King: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

[Hunter]I should have realized this was a trap. Debrassy has been looking for ways to take me down since I returned to the scene 5 years ago, trying to salvage what was left of my family empire. My actions as a stupid kid brought the mob to our door, and because of that I'll need to repent for the rest of my life. First my parents were taken out in a freak accident. Then my sister, who had been investigating the mob connection as she ran the family business, got a little too close. Both her and Livy's father, District Attorney David Gibbons, were killed by Debrassy's men in order to keep The Devil from paying his dues and spending his life in prison. And now what is left of my family, Livy and Addison, are about to be lost forever. No. I can't let that happen. I never expected to fall in love with Addison Archer Stone, but the moment I met her I felt drawn to her. I tried to deny it at first, but it's almost as if fate put her in my path. She seemed so perfect, too perfect, so I

[Addison]Hunter Grant has no intention of letting me go, and I guess I don't want him to let go either. At least not now, not in this moment. After feeling death's cold breath on my neck in the form of a gun pressed against my head, I need more than anything to feel alive again. I need to know I'm safe. And in this moment, this tense and passionate moment, I can't think of any place safer than Hunter's arms. So I don't fight him when he opens the door of his suite with a kick, nor do I resist when he walks me back to his room and strips us both of the blood and memories of the morning. When he presses me into his bed, I hungrily pull him into me, kissing him with the wanton lust of a woman drowning in need. His breath is my only oxygen, and his mouth my only food, and I devour him as his hands check every part of me. "Addy, Addy, Addy..." my name is a song on his tongue as he presses his lips to my temples, my neck, my waist. "My love," his lips move lower, kissing every delicate f

[Michael]My heart is racing as I look back down at my phone and then up at Evelyn as I settle her back onto her feet. Mr. D's message had been cryptic. What did he mean by "Problem solved?" Was Addison dead? "No, it can't be," I murmur involuntarily. I am ready to move forward with my life, to make Evelyn an official part of my family, or at least I thought I was until this moment. Hailing a taxi, I instruct Evelyn to take Jayson back uptown. "I need to check something on the west side. Evelyn frowns. "What is it Michael," she queries, concerned. "Was my vision true. Did something happen to Addison?" she whispers the last part, covering Jayson's ears with her hands."I don't know," I swallow. "I got to... just take Jayson home, OK. And if Mr. D calls, tell him you are NOT coming over tonight.""Okay, Michael," she nods acquiescing to my judgement as she turns towards my son and I gently shut the door. At least I won't have to worry about the two of them while I'm investigating wha

[Addison]No, that doesn't make sense. If Mr. D wanted to poison us, I'd be dead right now not questioning whether or not he had done it. Poison isn't his style. He prefers a more direct approach. But the last time I felt this sick I...No, impossible. That's almost less likely than poison. I was told I'd never conceive again, or at least my odds of conceiving would be the same as anyone conceiving on birth control because my uterus was so damaged by the miscarriage. But what if they were wrong? With everything else that happened, I never went in for a second opinion, nevermind a follow up visit. And Hunter and I have been having unprotected sex for weeks. Lots and lots of unprotective sex. "Oh God," my hands are shaking as I slowly stand. Holding onto the wall I barely keep from falling over. I feel so weak. Last time this happened I knocked myself out and ended up in the hospital. No, I need to be careful in how I proceed. Because either poison or pregnancy, it doesn’t matter–ei

[Addison]What should I say? How can I make sense of the last 4 months of my life? “Let me handle this,” Reggie places a gentle hand on mine and his warm smile reminds me that I have people who love me on my side. “It’s what I’m here for. To defend you.” “I can do this,” I insist. I am a lawyer after all. Part of what I do is defend others. Why shouldn’t I defend myself?“I know you can,” Mr. Carter nods. “You are a very capable litigator. But this is your life, your family. Your emotions may be high.”Looking across the room I see my son sitting next to Evelyn in the seats just behind Michael’s. They look like a family. Seeing Evelyn smugly patting her belly, the diamond on her hand flashing as she glares, bothers me more than it should. “Do you trust me, Addison, to do this for you,” Reggie slips from his usual professional demeanor, his face drawn with worry. He wants to respect my rights and autonomy, but he's also concerned. He's a good friend, and an excellent lawyer. I trust