All Chapters of 31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

~~VINCENZO~~ Jessica was gone. And I let her. Holding her back would only worsen her anger. I knew Bianca more than anyone. It was better to walk on eggshells around her. If she crashed out, there was no telling what she might do. And Jess had had enough bloodshed and pain in her life. If letting her go—even for a while—meant sparing her more, I’d damn my desires and do just that. "Angelo?" A soft voice called from the door. I held the punching bag to my forehead, breathing heavily. I needed to let the steam out. "What do you want, Bianca?" I bit out. Why wouldn’t she leave already? I couldn’t chase her out. She was my sister. But having her around was the most mentally draining thing. "Are you mad at me?" she stepped in. I took in a long breath before turning around. My eyes widened, and I almost choked. She was in red lingerie. A fucking lingerie! One I bought for Jessica—to fuck her in. She had gone into my pleasure room. God help me. "Bianca!" I grunted, tur

Vince and I sat in a dimly lit pub. It was my first time in a pub, and unlike what I'd expected, it wasn’t crowded, just a few people nursing their drinks in the far corners, the soft hum of a radio blending with low murmurs of conversation. Vince had an arm around me—must be trying to ward off lustful eyes of the men around. It made me feel so tiny and secured.Soon, Luca walked into the pub. His hair was messy, his button-up dark shirt wrinkled like he’d slept in it. There was a faint stubble lining his jaw, and the moment his eyes landed on us, his dead look was replaced with a bright one.“You still remember this old pub,” Luca smirked at his brother as he slid into the booth, settling opposite Vince and me. His eyes flicked to me and softened just a little. “Jessica,” he nodded.“Hey,” I said quietly, offering him a small smile. He looked… so out of touch, like a different person.The silence fell in for a moment. Then Luca let out a breath and leaned forward, gripping the edge o

I grabbed Vince's arm, my knees buckling as I kept eye contact with the boy behind Luca. It was him. It was really him. He was alive. Luca's entire body shook as his little boy clung behind him, wide-eyed and trembling.“Luca!” Vince barked again, "Put the gun down. Now! And take Marco out of here!”Luca shut his eyes, tears rolling down his cheek. God, it was so painful to watch. His hand tightened around the pistol. For a moment, I was afraid he wouldn’t listen—that all the rage and heartbreak would drive him to do something reckless, like pulling the trigger and ending Selene's life right in front of her son. She certainly looked ready to die, like there was nothing else to live for.But then his eyes flew open, as if seeing clearly for the first time. His arm slowly dropped to his side. The gun hung limply in his grip.Without a word, Luca turned, reached for his boy, and scooped him into his arms. Marco clutched him tightly—he felt safe in his father's arms."Take her,” Vince ord

“Toby?” I whispered again, beyond stunned. I couldn't believe he had just saved me. He was the last person I would have thought of. He was still the same as the last I saw him... or maybe I was too distorted to notice any changes. As Toby opened his mouth to reply, the door flew open with a loud bang. “Get away from her!” a growl tore through the room. I turned sharply and almost broke down in tears. Vince. And right behind him was Luca. They were late, but at least I was still alive. They stood in the doorway, guns raised, both at alert. Their eyes locked onto Toby like he was the enemy. He wasn't. He was quite the opposite. Toby’s hands shot up in the air instantly when he realized he was about to be attacked by two Mafia men. “I didn't take her. I swear,” he said, quickly, panting heavily. “I saved her—ask her! I saved her!” “Don't move!” Vince shouted, stepping forward with his gun still pointed at Tobi’s head. “Jessica, move away!” “No!” I scrambled forward. “He saved

Joyce was waiting outside the terminal. I’d told Vince to leave me at the airport—Joyce was super suspicious, so letting her come pick me up would seem like I actually went for a 'solo vacation'. We drove back to her place in silence for a while. I stared outside, my mind flooded with everything that had happened. “Are you okay?” she finally asked, glancing at me from the driver’s seat. “Yeah,” I simply replied with a shrug. She eyed me for a moment, then gave a soft, understanding nod and didn’t press on. When we got home, we settled in with cups of tea, wrapped in blankets on the couch, watching TV. Lily was playing with her dolls, Noah was away on a business trip. The moment seemed perfect to talk to Joyce about Vince. I hated not telling her stuff—especially now that she was my only family. “There’s something I need to talk to you about,” I said, my voice low as I circled the top of my cup. Joyce turned her head to me; she looked puzzled. “Okay,” she urged me on. I exhal