บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia's Frozen Bride: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

I returned to the VVIP room before people saw me. They were focused on the dancers' performance on stage. The song was about to end, and I couldn't be in a crowded place. I didn't want to make small talk with anyone.Enzo opened the door. Two other guests were in the room besides Dustin. They didn't take their eyes off the stage. I sat and watched the dancer's closing moves.“Wow, Sin!” Dustin praised. He clapped his hands. “Your dancer is getting better by the day. They say she's your new dancer. Where did you get a woman as skilled as her?”“You know the rules, Dust. You can't ask about the origin or personal details of the club's dancers. You can only find out from her,” Ralph, my club's VVIP customer, reminded him.“I'm just trying my luck.” Dustin chuckled.“The first two performances were amazing. Are your dancers going to be that good until morning, Sin?” Ralph teased.“Thanks for the compliment,” I replied, not answering his question directly.Enzo took over the conversation.

My blood boiled at her threat. I was sick of dealing with everything alone. Being at the club tonight wasn't my choice. My father borrowed so much money. It doubled, and he hadn't paid it back.Without discussing it with me, he made me collateral for the loan. I put my body on display in public because of the urgent situation. That selfish woman shouldn't have used my son to threaten me.However, I hid my anger. I was at a disadvantage. Bridget was influential. She could do anything without being touched by the law. Even though Keane was her grandson, she didn't mess around when she made threats.“You're here,” I stared at her and her bodyguards, “because you know the club owner. Do you think the dancer could easily walk out of this place?”“I don't care about—” Bridget cut in.“Again,” I tilted my head, “I'm dead, Bridget. You want to hurt Keane? Go ahead. Your threats won't get me out of this place or stop me from dancing.”The arrogant woman looked at me intently. “I regret approvin

Sean's face paled after hearing my offer. The man might not believe that I would be honest with my words. People like him were used to dealing with blackmail. It wasn't my fault that Bridget couldn't behave herself in public.His wife, on the other hand, was calm. Even so, she was thinking about something inside her head. Bridget shook her head as her husband opened his mouth, wanting to say something to me. The man complied.Their cautious demeanor wasn't a surprise. I would have done the same thing if someone had tried to blackmail me. The difference was I had evidence, and the woman's actions were against the law. I would win if the case went to court.“You're saying you want to sue me with that video? Did you forget who we are?” Bridget asked.“You're Channing,” I replied casually.“You can't touch us, Sinclair,” she said.“Why not? Channing and Wyndham have equal standing in this town. Or do you think you're superior to me?” I challenged her.“We're close to many influential peop

The dancers made way for the man to enter the room. I was surprised that two women followed him. Our superior's right-hand man walked toward me. The ladies standing before me moved out of the way.“Meryl and Jean have something to say to you,” Enzo said.The two women elbowed each other, telling their friend to start. I was grateful that they had arrived on time. Everyone could see who was at fault in the conflict between us. I didn't have to bother defending myself or clearing my name.“Darcy, I apologize for taking your money and locking you in the practice room last night,” Jean said. She handed me a brown envelope. “This is your money. Please count it. I didn't take a dime.”I hadn't had time to count the money I'd gotten last night. So, I didn't know if she gave it all back or took a few pieces. But I didn't care about that. My money was back. That was the most important thing.“Thank you,” I said, accepting the envelope.“I also apologize for taking your money and locking you in

I wouldn't forgive anyone who dared to touch that child. I guarded him from the moment he was born with my life. Therefore, I chose the best person to watch over him. If anything happened to him, the person who guarded him would die first.“Master Dashiell called when they were at the playground. People attacked us there. We managed to subdue them and get home without anyone following,” he reported.“Prove it,” I urged.The call turned into a video call. My son's bodyguard appeared on the screen before he switched to the back camera of his phone. He showed Dashiell sleeping peacefully in his bed. There were no cuts or bruises on his face, hands, body, or legs.After showing all that, he covered my son with the blanket and exited the room. “Master Dashiell wanted to talk to you yesterday. We forbade it. He used his friend's phone to call you and Lionel.”“Who attacked you?” I asked.He mentioned the group that had been my nemesis. They couldn't do that in NYC. That was why I was wary w