All Chapters of Divorced But Desired by the Mafia King: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

[Addison]When I looked up at my savior, I couldn’t believe it— it was Hunter! As if I had conjured him from my dreams, Hunter Grant appeared like a vision, too wonderful to be real, his strong arms holding me close to his chest. His touch is gentle and strong as he adjusts his grip being careful to avoid my bruises and swollen ankle as he looks me over from head to foot. Finally I settle in, my cheek against his warm wool suit, his natural, masculine scent blended with soap and a faint cologne calming me as I let myself relax in his arms."I have you now," my rescuer promises, cradling me like something precious. "You're safe with me." And I do feel safe, safer than I have in a very long time. Possibly safer than I've ever felt.Hunter looks over his shoulder to glare at my husband, who sputters curses as he stands on the front porch shaking his fist in anger, sweat rolling down his angry red face. Seeing him there with his blonde hair askew, I find myself wondering where the dashi

[Addison][Two Months Later] When I entered the Grant Family manor, it was with the understanding that it would be temporary. “I just need to call Tracy. She’ll help me get back on my feet. I’ll find my own place and then I’ll be out of your hair.” And while I did call Tracy, and she did come over, her response was to leave me there. “Until you recover. This place is a MUCH nicer place to heal than my one bedroom apartment.” What started out as one day turned into ten, and before I knew it two months have passed. Although technically I never accepted the position as Livy’s nanny and tutor, it sorta just…happened. Every morning, the contract sits on the table with a pen waiting for me to sign. And every morning, I take the contract and recycle it, with no intention of signing it. I don’t know why I hesitate. Maybe because it will give me an official spot in their household and I'm not quite ready for that yet--to feel like I belong to this little family. My heart is still aching wi

[Addison]“Michael Stone,” folding my arms, I glare at him. The nerve of this man! “Maybe I should be asking you that question. Why are you here? Did you have me followed?”How did he find me at Livy’s new school? I have been so careful to not give him any clue as to where I have been staying, and now he’s here, like a bad penny that keeps turning up. Michael’s fists clench as he takes a step forward. “You! Just admit it, Addy, you’re here to get back in my good graces. But guess what,” he takes Evelyn’s hand more firmly in his. “I’m doing just fine without you. If you are ready to apologize I might reconsider. But you will need to come forward and accept charges on the kidnapping and…”“I was the one kidnapped!” I gasp, outraged. “Why would I take blame in my own kidnapping?” I guess I shouldn't be so surprised that still believes Evelyn’s lie. In his mind, she has become faultless. Hunter takes a step forward. Holding out his hand he presents Michael with his business card. “Please

[Michael]What a disaster.Addy is acting so strangely. First, she left me for another guy, and now she's standing up to me, talking back, defending some little girl she doesn't even know. She doesn't even look like herself anymore. I hate her new haircut, and who is she kidding with those shoes? Red leather pumps and a cream-colored suit to drop someone off at school? When did she become so stylish?And shameless, flaunting her lover like a trophy husband. Seeing how he protected her makes my skin crawl. He says he's her employer, but I don't buy that for a minute. I looked into him. Mr. Hunter Grant is a notorious playboy. He has a string of broken hearts, girls who dream of being the lady of the manor.How the hell did Addy get involved with him? She hardly ever goes out. Did they run into each other at a charity auction? During a case? It's a fucking mystery.What does he even see in her? She's only conventionally pretty and average in bed. He must have a reason for wanting her, bu

[Addison]That job interview was my last chance, my last opportunity for me to make it out here on my own. Thanking Karen, I head out onto the street. She risked her livelihood telling me what Michael’s been up to. She could have just sent me away without an explanation like everyone else did, but she had enough compassion to tell me to my face. “My ex was also a real piece of work,” My new friend explained as she said her final farewell. “His terrible behavior was one of the reasons why I started this organization," sighing, she holds out a card with her personal number, offering to give me advice when she can. "I wish I could do more to help.”The crushing weight of failure mires my spirits, but I put on a brave face to put Karen at ease. It’s not her fault that I’m in this situation. “Thank you, for telling me at least,” I smile as I close the door behind me. What am I going to do?There is nowhere left for me to turn, not without leaving the Tri-state area. I can’t believe Mic