All Chapters of Divorced But Desired by the Mafia King: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

[Hunter]The room feels larger than an ocean as I weave my way through the increasing crowd. I want to shout "MOVE!" and storm across the room to where that sleazy prick is sweeping in closer and closer to my Vanessa, but I can't do so without causing a scene, and that's the last thing I want to do. Yes, I want Debrassy to know who took him down when the bastard is on his knees looking at the cooling cinders of his fortune, but I don't want to alert everyone all at once that I'm back from the dead. Not yet. Not until I can make sure it's safe. Vanessa is always beautiful, but when I finally clear enough people away to get an unobstructed glimpse of her, she takes my breath away with how elegantly she glows. She chose the navy blue dress, the one I had tailored to match the memory of her curves in my hands. In my absence, she has grown even more voluptuous, the last of her hard edges disappearing beneath the swell of her breasts and the fullness of her hips.I can't wait to have her a

[Vanessa]Hunter moves through the crowd with the practiced skill of someone who has been in combat zones–he sees a target and he approaches it with speed and stealth. He is no longer seems to care that much about our mission, or about whether or not Cherry is waiting in the back in a maid’s uniform–he has one thing on his mind, and it isn’t espionage.A couple of servants dart out of the way and then chuckle, something about lovers and music and some other nonsense. Apparently we aren’t the only couple with the same idea, as many quest rooms set aside for just this purpose are locked. After the third try, Hunter becomes impatient and kicks open the next room we come across. It is occupied, but he doesn’t care.“Get out!” he orders the politician and his three lovely companions who all squeal nervously as the fat older man scrambles for his shirt. The three girls are all dressed as rabbits, complete with fluffy tails, in tight corsets and skirts that aren’t even trying to look on theme

[Hunter]Groaning, I look up from my love, taking a deep breath to respond in a clear voice, when Vanessa reaches up and places a playful finger on my lips.“Maybe she’ll go away,” she whispers as she grins impishly, as if we are two high schoolers hiding from her parents instead of two grown adults in the middle of a dangerous mission. As much as I’d like to forget about everything else, I know that no matter how quiet we are right now, we were shouting so loud a moment ago there is no way Lisa doesn’t know we’re inside. She’s one of my lieutenants and the leader of the ThornBrides now that Angelique is retired. Lisa is also a member of BLACKEAGLE, and because she is a similar size and shape to Vanessa will be serving as her double. “How much more time do you need,” she groans when I don’t respond immediately. “Ten minutes,” I reply quickly only to have Vanessa slap me gently on the arm in disappointment. “Make that 25.” “I’ll make sure the way is clear,” she pauses, and then she

[Michael]Debrassy is a professional at making a man feel like shit. No, I should say he’s an artist, because the way he has crushed my life is like a freaking Picasso, everything is twisted and wrong. Like me. I look like a man, but he’s even taken that away from me leaving only the blocky outline of what used to be one. He took my life away. First my business, then my fiancee. Now he’s sending his rat after my wife. The worst part is I know it isn’t about me–I’m not important enough for the asshole to worry about. I guess I should have been honored when he sent Adam himself to “inform” me that even though my services were no longer needed at the firm as a mailroom clerk, that I had “a wonderful new opportunity” working for Debrassy Group.

[Vanessa]I open my mouth to tell Michael Stone to go away, but then I remember–I’m wearing a mask. He only thinks he knows it’s me. Sure, he could pull off the mask, but that would mean he’d need to get close enough to do that. The old me, the foolish girl he married, would be an easy target for the Michael Stone he once was. But there are two very important details that make tonight different than any other night before: Firstly, Michael isn’t the man he once was. He lacks the charisma, the confidence, even the basic physical fitness he had before. As Michael Stone, lead lawyer in his own firm, he would run every morning and work out every weekend. He had a body that was fit and trim and strong. He was successful in both his professional and personal life and walked around with an arrogant chip on his shoulder and the charisma of someone doing well in life. But then my ex-husband let his first love into our lives and from that moment on he began his slow descent into failure. He’s