บททั้งหมดของ Becoming The Mafia Queen: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

SOFIAWe barely made it up the stairs as Adrian’s hands were all over me, while my fingers locked in his hair. He kissed me like he was starving for me, like he's been craving this moment for far too long and couldn't believe it was finally happening. His hands were on my waist, and then my hips, and then my thigh as he lifted me effortlessly, with my legs wrapping around him as he carried me through the halls like I weighed nothing. I didn't even know which wing of the mansion we were in until he pushed open a heavy door and kicked it shut behind him. That was when I opened my eyes a little bit, and gasped in shock. We were in the master bedroom.It smelled like him. It was the familiar cologne and smoke that I only associated with him, and the moment we were inside, he slammed me against the wall and kissed me again, much rougher this time as his lips crashed into mine with a hunger and possessiveness that made my head spin. His hands were everywhere, sliding up my dress and down

SOFIAThe best thing about waking up on a Saturday morning was that you didn’t have to do anything for a very long time. You could just sit here and enjoy the last few moments of silence before you had to do anything. And I lived for moments like that. I rolled over and stretched lazily as I slowly opened my eyes, and my heart immediately leapt when for a brief moment I thought that Adrian was still in the apartment. But then I remembered that he’d left around 9pm, and just thinking about it made me sad. I wished I could wake up to him sleeping beside me, and I wondered how handsome he would look in that moment. Slowly, I rolled out of bed and dragged my feet to the bathroom. It took me a while to get ready, and even though I wanted nothing more than to lay in bed all day, I had a job to do.I had to somehow track down Hector Alonzo.The fact that Adrian only gave me a name still pissed me the fuck off. How was I supposed to find someone with no lastknown address, no date of birth,

ADRIANAfter spending the previous day in three different board meetings, I was completely exhausted even after the next day. I woke up with a stiff neck, and I just wanted to lay in bed and read a book or something. But there was still work to be done, and I forced my way out of bed and dragged my feet to the study. I had a mountain of tasks to take care of, and the sooner I got through them, the sooner I could rest. I was halfway through marking up the agenda for the meeting with Governor Ruthford when my phone suddenly lit up. When I glanced over and saw that it was Ramirez, I gritted my teeth in annoyance, because I knew it was something bad if he was calling me. "What's wrong?" I asked as soon as I answered. "You tell me, cabrón," he replied angrily . "It looks like you've got a fucking leak on your end."That immediately caused me to sit up, and I tightened my grip on the phone as I said, "What the fuck are you talking about?""The federales raided my warehouse in Durango th

SOFIAI couldn't stop replaying Rafe's words over and over again in my head. Adrian was going to kill Hector Alonzo once he found him. And from the way he said it, I knew that this wasn’t something he could just back down from. His mind was set, and I was totally fucked now. Even after Rafe dropped me off at the campus, my head was still a mess. I felt like two sides of me were clawing at each other's throats, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. The human side (the one that still had a conscience) recoiled at the idea of handing someone over to die, no matter what he’d done. But the other side (the cold and calculating version of me that wanted to climb into the DeLucas world) whispered that this was the price to pay. I couldn't have it both ways, after all. And besides, he was a scumbag who probably deserved it.But I still couldn’t allow myself to do something like that. It would like sending him to his grave, even if I tried to pretend that I didn’t know what would happen

SOFIAThe city blurred past the taxi window as I leaned my head against the glass, my eyes burning with tears that I refused to let fall. I hated crying, no matter the circumstances. I hated how it made me feel weak. I hated how it reminded me of that awful day, when Marco Giordano took everything away from me and all I could do was just sit there and cry like a little girl. I hated Adrian for doing this to me, for putting me in this uncomfortable situation where I would feel like I was crazy. But what I hated more was the way our conversation had ended with the yelling, the cold stares, and the way I'd shoved him away like he meant nothing to me. Even now, I still remembered the hurt expression on his face, and I knew immediately that I’d screwed up. But I was still too mad at him to take it back. So I decided to walk away instead. I didn't plan on snapping at him. I’d told myself that I wouldn't bring it up, and that I'd let it go. I kept telling myself that the voice on his car s