All Chapters of Divorced But Desired by the Mafia King: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Adam stiffens. Standing up roughly, he tightens his hold on my hair, pulling me up by my scalp and his gun falls, rattling to the ground, releasing the bullet that had been in the barrel. Light flashes as the bullet hurdles to the large windows, shattering the glass. “Kill the girl,” he snarls. “Maybe that will loosen her words.” Still holding me by the nape, he looks around, searching for his gun. But it isn’t there. And Olivia Grant is no longer screaming. The gun cocks. All heads turn towards my little girl, who is now looking at us all with an eerie clarity. Her hands are still, unshaking, as she glares with the surety of an assassin. One of his men lifts their rifle as Livy aims for Adam’s head. My heart leaps into my throat. “Olivia,” I try to reason with her, my voice steady and calm despite the thundering blood rushing through my ears. “Put down the gun. They won’t hurt you if you put down the gun.”I don’t know if that’s true, but goddamn it, I can’t watch them kill

For a moment, I consider going back into the room where Adam lay dying in his own blood. As unsafe as that room is, how disastrous it would be to find myself caught there, holding my little girl, waiting for death to come through the door, what I’ve come out into might be worse. I had thought I’d make it to the service elevator, or maybe the emergency stairs, but both exits are blocked by broken bodies, their hands loosely clutched to weapons that have fallen from their hands, as their comrades file in over them, creating a mob scene out of Vandersteele Tower executive floor lobby.Clutching Livy even tighter to my chest, I block her ears from the sounds of gunfire and screams as I scan the room for any way out. Maybe, if I head down this hall a bit further, there might be another exit. If Vandersteele Tower is anything like Grant Group’s main office, there are several emergency exits. Nobody wanted to be stuck in a building that could easily switch to a death trap if something drasti

[Jayson]Adults can’t be trusted. They never stay with you, even when they promise that they will. First my mom left me. She doesn’t want me, she has a new family to love. That crazy little brat calls her mama now. She’s my mama! That little r**@rd bitch shouldn’t get to call her mama. Mama Evelyn told me that she wasn’t my real mom. She even showed me some stupid piece of paper that said SHE was my real mom.“You’re stupid," I laughed. "That stupid paper doesn’t prove anything!” Didn’t she realize how much her words hurt. If my mother wasn’t my mother then my whole world was a lie. And if none of that is real, then what is real? The thought made my chest tight, like I couldn’t breathe, like my whole body would break apart. But she wouldn’t stop talking. She kept saying that my father wasn't my real father either. "Your real dad is a strong, important man." I told her she was a crazy lying bitch. She smacked me hard for that one, and took away my tablet too. Locked me in my room

[Desmond] The nurse’s words still hung hollow in my chest. Gone. Both of them, gone. Jessica and our son, Davin. My heart shriveled into a hard rock. Evelyn did this. She made this happen and now I can’t even make her pay for what she did because the bitch is already dead. Placing my face in my hands, I exhale slowly, the last of my breath leaving me in a long, even path. So that’s it. That’s everything. What is the point of building my empire without legacy? It’s all over. “Are you okay?” I lift my head at the sound of the small, forgotten voice by my side and for a moment, I blink, confused. It’s like a ghost, looking at his face. He has Evelyn’s eyes and golden blonde hair, but the cut of his chin, the angle of his cheek bones, and the cunning edge in his stare are pure Debrassy. He looks so much like my lost brother. Like my grandfather as a child. And I guess, in many ways, like me. This little boy, Jayson Stone, is the last of us. My son. My only living heir. The only

For a beat, the only sounds I could hear was her ragged breathing and the sound of monitors beeping in the background. “Katelyn,” I repeat.“I heard you, Hunter,” she replies in a flat, controlled tone. “You found them. I’m assuming you’ve signalled a clean up crew.” “Yes,” I rasp, my throat raw. “I did. But it’s not over yet, Katie. I need to find Debrassy. Please, tell me you have good news.” The line falls silent again except for the sound of her breath and the hospital around her. She’s still there, taking care of our people, waiting to see if Reggie will live to see tomorrow. I hate that I’m putting her through my drama as she’s dealing with her own, but she’s the only one I have to turn to. "I'm sorry, Hunter,” her voice is full of regret tinged with her own deep sorrow. “The last place we tracked him was at his house, but he…disappeared from the cameras shortly after his wife was taken to the hospital. It’s like he’s a ghost. None of our cameras have spotted him. I have a th