Semua Bab Trapped by my Ex’s Mafia Dad: Bab 31 - Bab 40

I clenched the edges of my t-shirt and pulled it down, suddenly realizing that I missed my shorts, and the wetness would drop directly to the floor.My legs tightened, as he moved closer, I could not stand his presence without getting wet. Don’t know what magic he had.Lily confronted him first.“Hah.. we were not backbitting.” She said, biting her lips, staring at him with that hungry gaze and slowly shifted on her toes to kiss him.“How do you want me to believe this? You find two women hidden in your basement and asked to believe they are not gossiping. Eh.” He sarcastically said, and tucked her closer. For a moment I felt as though both of them had forgotten about my existence, and lost in their romance.Meanwhile, my cheeks burned red and it was hard to say whether jealousy hit me or it was just shyness.Jealousy… huh, why would I be jealous of them.I decided to leave the room giving them the privacy they forgot to demand.I trudged past them when suddenly something pulled me ba

She collapsed like a dream losing shape, graceful even in her fall. Her eyelids fluttered, damp with warmth, and her cheeks still wore the pink glow of unspoken emotion.I couldn’t look away. Something about her pulled at the quietest part of me, the part that hadn’t known peace in years. I wanted to lift her gently, carry her weight like she’d unknowingly carried mine. Just place her on the couch, stay by her side, feel the steady rise and fall of her breath against the storm inside me.Sleep. For once, I wanted to sleep not the kind that comes from exhaustion or alcohol, but the kind you fall into when you're safe. When someone makes the world quiet.She did that. She made the noise stop. It wasn't supposed to be like this. The mafia life, the guns, the blood, the lies, none of it was ever part of a plan. I stepped in when there was no one left to step up. And once you’re in, you don’t get out.But her? She made me believe there could be an ‘after.’ Maybe even a home. Maybe, her.Cl

“Hello, John. Did you put a bandage on her forehead?” I lifted my head slightly, careful not to move too much, craning my neck just enough to glimpse his back. He stood near the window, phone pressed to his ear, his broad frame outlined by the dull glow slipping in through the glass.“I don’t want to spill her blood just because of her dad,” he added quietly. Something in his tone shifted. It was subtle, almost unnoticeable, but it was there. A flicker of something human.Sympathy? Guilt? No. I couldn’t let myself believe that.This was the same man who tied a belt around my throat without blinking. The same man who paraded control like it was a crown. Whatever softness just slipped through his voice, it couldn’t be real.The call ended with a soft click. He placed the phone down and, without a word, tugged his shirt off. The muscles in his back flexed as he moved, a quiet, methodical routine. Then he turned, walked to the bed, and lay down like I didn’t exist.No command. No dismissal

John looked more confused than I felt and that said a lot. His brows were drawn together as he stood by the window, still trying to make sense of it all.“Boss, last I heard, that Solarian diamond was in King Supheus’s vault,” he muttered, as if repeating it would change the facts. I’d already moved on from the mystery, buttoning up my shirt and reaching for my tie. But John wasn’t done. He hovered in thought, chewing on the riddle.“I see,” I said coolly, tying the knot in my reflection and dabbing on the cologne. Something told me I needed to see it all unfold for myself, answers wouldn’t come until I walked through Marco’s door. “Whatever it is, it’ll surface,” I added, throwing him a glance. He didn’t hear me. He was already glued to his phone, fingers flying. Typical John once an idea hooked him, he’d dig until he hit the bone. After a while, the glass door of the villa was opened for me by the guards, a huge chandelier faced me, the glass was radiating a yellowish glow of the bu

“You know, they say, eyes are the window to the soul.” I picked the tresses glued to her cheek and tucked it back. Her eyes sparkled with innocence, the kind that I had not witnessed in a while. Her lips were shrunk, and her cheeks sunken.“Look who’s talking.” She sarcastically said, yet I didn’t mind her. Tonight I was not in my form, I had the urge to take decisions which were not expected from me. I wanted to love her like she has never been loved before. I wanted to make her feel special, give her warmth and affection.Although these words didn’t exist in my dictionary, I had to opt for them, including them in my own way, in my own style.She flinched slightly under my touch, like a frightened bird unsure if the hand reaching out intended to harm or to hold. But she didn’t move away.I leaned closer, letting the warmth of my breath brush against her skin. “Don’t lie to me, kitten,” I murmured, my voice low, rough. “You know I don’t take well to it.”Her lashes fluttered, and she