All Chapters of Divorced But Desired by the Mafia King: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

[Hunter–Earlier that evening, before the gala]The world is spinning as I press myself against the wall and try to regain my breath. I messed up today, and I let too much slip. Vanessa knows who I am, there's no denying it. I should have realized she'd figure out the truth, she's far too clever. When did she figure it out? She's clearly mad, so it must have been recently. Where did we slip up? And if she knows...who else does too? This is already dangerous enough, but now it's going too far. She’s putting herself into danger and for what? To prove a point? Her health has been unstable and still she insists on pushing forward with this case. When I get back to base I’m going to give Carter a piece of my mind. She shouldn't have been put on this case to begin with--she's too important, too precious.“Sir,” Bruno, one of my newer guards hands me a towel as I exit the gym. “There’s a situation back at headquarters. I've been asked to take you back to Grant Tower.""Of course," I nod. "I'l

[Hunter–just moments before the party]Looking up at my best friends I ask the next most obvious question. “Where is she now?” Now that we know the truth, we can't leave her unattended. We need to know where she is at all times. "We put a tracker on her vehicle when we started to suspect her," Katelyn explains, taking back the tablet for a moment to bring up a map and show it to us. "We didn't want to follow her too closely, not yet, not without proof," she adds, "According to our records, she's been at her modeling agency for about 3 hours."That doesn't seem unusual for her, considering she's a high-end model. Even so, I ask, "Does she have any gigs lined up that would require heavy makeup?" "I looked into that too," Kate smirks, proud of her own foresight. "She has nothing on the roster for tonight, although I did find something interesting," Katelyn pulls up another screen, this time of a work roster. "Do you recognize this name?" "Miss Bluebird," I shake my head. "Should I reco

[Livy]“I was looking for you,” It’s not exactly a lie, but it isn’t exactly true either. "You were gone for so long and I was hungry." Looking around I ask, “Where’s Sylvie? She’s supposed to be making dinner.” I need to play pretend with her, so she doesn't realize I know she’s bad. I’m so nervous I feel like I might throw up, but I smile even bigger, that smile I give people to convince them that everything is okay when really it isn’t. "Sylvie who?" Jessica scrunches her nose like she's smelled something bad as she scans the room and sees the puddle of blood. Swearing, she shoos me away from it, not realizing I've already seen it. "My nanny," I remind her. "Remember, you offered her money to go away. She was supposed to keep you from breaking rules. She wanted me to eat my broccoli"Jessica bristles at my words. "You don't need to eat her stupid broccoli," she snaps. "We have snacks, lots of snacks you ungrateful little...." She's scarring me. Her face is twisted and red and h

[Livy]Squeezing my eyes shut, I hold on tight to my mushroom stuffy, and wait for the feeling of the bush hitting my body to catch my fall.But it never happens. One of the bad men grab my ankle, barely holding me by my right ankle. His fat face is red as he squeezes and shouts, "You're a tricky little brat, aren't you." "Let me go!" I scream as loudly as I can, kicking with my other foot aiming for his wrist. Pulling me up higher, he slaps me hard, making me cry. I hate that I'm crying in front of this terrible man. My face burns, and my heart is beating so hard that I can't think. What was it that my uncle taught me about escaping people? Oh yeah, I remember.Letting myself fall limp, I close my eyes and pretend to play dead again."Good, now you'll sleep," he laughs as he grabs my second ankle and tosses me onto the bed."Hey Matt," his radio hisses, "We heard a scream. Is everything okay, OVER.""Yeah, man, the little bitch was playing possum, but I've knocked her out. OVER." I

[Hunter]The black sedan moves swiftly through the New York streets as we make our way towards Debrassy's mansion. The gala, a benefit to help local orphanages, is already being touted as "the event of the season" according to celebrity watchers who expect to see everyone from pop celebrities to reclusive old money trillionaires coming out just to catch a glimpse of what Debrassy has planned tonight. "We expect to see faces we haven't seen in a long time," one article reads.They have no idea. A lot of masks will be coming off tonight."Five minutes until we arrive, Boss," Ace speaks over his shoulder as Cherry adjusts a simple checkered mask. The goal is for her to blend in unnoticed so that she can swap places with Vanessa. She'll be dressed as a maid until she makes it past security. Taking a deep breath, I check my phone one last time, hoping for news from headquarters about our other situation. We’ve been trying to track Jessica’s movements, but she seems to have dropped off ou