《Divorced But Desired by the Mafia King》全部章節：第 221 章 - 第 230 章

Other than a few awkward stares, and the notes of condolence from some teachers and staff, my first day back at school since my grandparents death was weirdly normal.My grandparents, David and Eleanora Grant, were a big part of New York's elite, and were locally famous for their contributions to the arts and a wide range of city improvement projects. Our family name was on half of the hospital buildings, orphanages, and museums in town. We were an old money family who had lived in New York since before the American Revolution.But they were not like modern celebrities who flash their wealth and influence as a public flex. They were old-time classy, and so their death didn't draw the national attention you might see for a more well known name. Because of who they were in our social circle, almost every family in our school knew that they had passed, but the det

[Hunter]Mr. Rose exhaled slowly. "Maybe you should start at the beginning." He smiled. "I already know some of it, maybe you can fill in the rest." I looked over at my friends. Ace looked guilty but Katelyn looked resigned, as if keeping a secret from her father was impossible. "Sorry to throw you under the bus, Hunter, but dad saw that I had hacked into the CTV feed," Katelyn shrugged. "Again." I gaped slightly at her declaration wondering how often she broke into the city's cameras. Mr. Rose laughed. "I only noticed because I was doing my own reconnaissance." He smiled proudly at his daughter. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have noticed. It was expertly done."Katelyn blushed under her father's praise. "I'm sorry, Sir!" I apologized immediately. "Katie only did that for me. I didn't ask her too but..." Raising a hand, to silence me, I closed my mouth. "Be at ease, Hunter. I already know that my daughter is at least half as stubborn as her old man," he laughs, "and if she did something

A slap, followed by the bag being pulled off of my head stunned me awake, my head throbbing in agony. I had been taken from my house by more than one person I realized as I struggled to discern the shapes and colors moving before me, their rough hands pushing me harder into the chair as they zip tied my wrists and ankles. When my vision cleared, I discovered I was sitting in the middle of an empty conference room facing a row of windows with a view of the night sky over Manhattan. My captors were busying themselves behind me, and I would have turned my head to look, except that even moving my head a fraction of an inch made me so suddenly nauseous I thought I’d vomit. Whoever punched me gave me a concussion. Between that and whatever the hell else they did to me while I was knocked out, I needed medical attention, not another layer of bindings to keep me in place.“Where are the hard drives, Hunter?” a familiar voice asked, his sneakers squeaking along the smooth surface of the dingy

I didn’t go home that night, or any night for the next two years. It wasn’t safe for me to return. I knew that if I went home, not only did I risk being caught by the police, but it wouldn’t be safe for my family either. For whatever reason, Debrassy was focused on bringing us down, and with my involvement in burglary, I was an easy target. So for the next two years, I stayed by Gideon “Golden” Rose’s side as a lieutenant in the Westside Thorns, learning the ins and outs of my other legacy, the one my grandfather left behind. Because of the Westside Thorns, people who wouldn’t have had a chance in this hard city were given a second lease on life, help I hand in giving. For once in my life I felt useful…needed…WANTED. 

[Vanessa]Vandersteele Tower had been headquarters to the Vandersteele family fortune. It has been more than 15 years since I stood here with my grandfather. I was his only grandchild, and he wanted me to know the business someday. “You are our little light, Vanessa. Someday all of this will be yours.” As a kid, I thought he meant all of New York. It made me feel like a princess standing in the highest spire of a grand castle as we looked out towards the ocean in the tallest building in the city. My heart clenches as I close my eyes and remember Victor, my grandfather. He was tall, with thick gray hair and a warm, gentle smile. I can’t remember his face, but I do remember how warm his hands felt wrapped around my small fingers, and the feeling of being loved and cherished.I hadn’t thought of him in years. But now, standing here, I can almost see this room bright with sun, the broken furniture elegant and whole. “Do you like the view, Fraulien Vandersteele?” my captor hisses, laughi