All Chapters of Divorced But Desired by the Mafia King: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

[Hunter]I need to keep my mind on my work, but my thoughts keep swirling to her.How can I keep her and Livy safe in a world this dark? Sometimes, this world can make me wonder why I bother trying to make it better when so many things are determined to make it worse.Three more children have disappeared around the city. I know Debrassy is part of this, but I can't pull together enough conclusive proof. Our funder, my old commander from my time in the Marines, wants me to shift gears, to focus our resources elsewhere. Now that he's a senator, he is under more scrutiny and it is getting harder for him to hide his involvement in our work if it isn't bringing in results. "If we could get an arrest soon, that would help me make my case for the necessity to continue funding secret ops organizations like yours. But without results, I'm sorry son, but you'll be on your own." "Understood, Sir," I replied as I gave him our latest findings. "I know it sounds discouraging, but I feel we are ge

[Addison]Hunter takes my hand and, without another word, whisks me away into his private suite. As the door closes behind us, I turn, my face flushed. "Look, Mr. Grant, I..." But the words die on my tongue when I see his face.Reaching around me, he locks the door."Hunter, what are you...?"His face is red, beaded with sweat, his fists clenched as he asks. "Why did you run?""Hunter," My back presses against the door as he leans over me. "I'm not sure what..." "Jessica came to share information with me," he explains. "What you saw back there wasn't..." "You don't need to explain anything to me," I snap with a sudden flash of frustration as I reach down to unlock the door. "You are a grown man. She's a grown woman. You can do what you want with whomever you want. It doesn't matter to me."Grabbing my chin between his fingers, he turns his face towards me, bringing my gaze to his. "Doesn't it?" his voice is barely above a whisper. "No," I repeat, keeping my back straight and my bo

[Addison]Hunter Grant is a powerful man. Powerful men like him don't like to hear no, and he's no exception. As I twist my body away from him, attempting to leave, my stubborn boss clasps me around the wrist and gently holds me in place. “I refuse to let you do this alone, Addison.”I should pull away, say something about how he doesn't make my decisions for me, but I just can't bring myself to do it, not when part of me doesn’t want him to let me go. “It isn't your fault that my husband is an asshole,” I gently pull away, my body tired and heavy with the weight of all this emotion. "This isn't your battle. It has nothing to do with you, Mr. Grant. Let me deal with this myself. I can clean up my own messes?"“This has nothing to do with you, Mr. Grant. You don’t need to help me clean up my messes.” “I know,” Mr. Grant takes a step forward, and then another, until I can sense the warmth of his body along my back. “But what if I want to?”Looking at the photos in my hand, I am remind

Could Hunter be the one who saved me? That person had been wearing a mask across his face, and the lighting had been terrible. I was also so frightened that I wasn't sure what was happening. I've had an inkling before that he might be the one who rescued me. He always seems to be there when I need him. Either he or his people. He's almost a trillionaire. He's so wealthy, if anyone could have the money to run covert operations, he could. I mean, for all I know, he has a bat cave in the basement. Not to mention..."What are you thinking about?" Hunter's lips are twisted in a bemused expression. "Is there something on my face?""Of...Of course not," I laugh, looking away. I must have been staring. How embarrassing. Livy comes barreling into the room, and I brace myself for one of her aggressive hugs, but she pushes past me straight for the professor. "Did you know...." she starts, holding up a college-level book about environmental law. I wonder how much she actually understands--she

[Hunter]Addison. Unexpected, amazing, Addison. "Boss, focus," Carter snaps his fingers near my face and I startle, my fist raised ready to strike. Carter is the only person who would ever dare do that. He's been teasing me this way since reform school. Just two scrappy teen troublemakers sent away from home because their parents didn't know what to do with them. "I'm sorry, Reggie, say again," I blink, trying to forget the way the light shone in her hair as Livy gave her a kiss goodbye, and how my heart beat echoed in my ears as I watched her walk away. I can't let myself get too close. Especially since I'm investigating her ex-husband. And I guess, in some ways, her. Everything I've seen of Addison Archer Stone has shown her to be an upstanding, righteous woman with a strong sense of justice. Looking over her file again, I seen nothing but perfect report cards and row after row of community service. She even worked pro bono at a women's shelter while she was studying for the ba