Semua Bab 31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY : Bab 121 - Bab 130

My boots squelched against the wet leaves as I hurried after Bianca, the cold air freezing up my bare skin. I should have taken a coat. Every shadow felt like someone was watching. Every rustle of wind sounded like it carried a warning. The deeper we walked into the woods, the more scared I got because why did it feel like Bianca was setting me up?"This better not be a fucking trap," I muttered under my breath, but I knew she heard me.Bianca didn’t turn or reply to my statement. She just kept walking, weaving through the bushes as if she knew exactly where she was going, while I stumbled behind her, trying to keep my panic from swallowing me whole.“You keep talking to yourself like that,” she finally spoke after minutes, “and I’ll start thinking you want to die first.”“I thought you already wanted that,” I snapped.She chuckled and looked over her shoulder. “Not tonight. Don’t flatter yourself, princess. You're not the main character."I hated how she called me that. Princess. Lik

Vince's arm was bleeding badly by the time we reached the dirt road, and Bianca made some calls, barking orders to whoever was on the other end. Sometimes her pretty face and classy nature made me forget she was actually born into the world of the mafia.The safehouse wasn’t as I had expected. Just a weathered cabin tucked deep in the heaves of mountains. There were no gates nor guards. Just the chirping of birds and the whirling of the cool wind.As soon as the van stopped, we threw the back doors open. Bianca and I pulled Vince out with care; his weight felt heavier now, and I felt even weaker. He groaned with every shift of his body, trying not to fall completely on Bianca and me.We went inside the cabin; it was cold and dimly lit. The smell of something arsenic was thick.We brought Vince into a small back room with a bed covered in white sheets and clean towels. An aged man in a medical vest was already setting out supplies.“Lay him down,” he instructed, without even looking at

I sat beside Vince on the edge of the bed, my hands loosely folded in my lap, just watching him breathe. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, the bruises on his face looking a little less angry in the soft glow of the afternoon sun.I reached out carefully to brush back a stray lock of his dark hair. His skin felt warmer now; he'd been cold all through last night. He stirred slightly under my touch, then his lashes fluttered open, revealing those deep blue eyes that made my heart flutter fast."Morning," he murmured with a smile, his voice still thick with sleep.A breath of relief escaped me. "It's past twelve, baby. You slept long.""I haven't slept this good in a while, cara," he said, stretching out slowly. I could tell his sides hurt by the way his jaw clenched. But he didn’t complain. He never did."I made you breakfast—now lunch," I said with a soft giggle, nodding toward the nightstand. A plate with toast, scrambled eggs, and a cup of coffee sat there, a little cold by

~~LUCA~~I was blindfolded, my legs and arms aching, when they finally dragged me out of the van. When the blindfold came off, I saw I was being taken into a mansion.The floors were expensive marble. The air reeked of perfume and polished wealth. I felt like a criminal being dragged before a king.I had a busted lip, sore ribs, and they’d stripped the crystal right out of my hands like taking candy from a kid.They shoved me to my knees. My head hung low. My hands were bound behind my back. The guards stood like statues all around, dressed in black and heavily armed. I could hear the faint ticking of a grandfather clock somewhere in the distance.Then came the sound of heels and boots.I lifted my head just in time to see them walk in like they owned the goddamn world—Bondago, in a silver suit that screamed power. Theresa, in blood-red silk that hugged every inch of her deceitful body. She looked proud, smug, like everything she’d planned was unraveling beautifully right in front of

The next few weeks flew by in a whirlwind of fabrics, flowers, cake tastings, and excited chatter about the fast-approaching happiest day of my life.Joyce went into full wedding planner mode, and honestly, thank God for her. If she hadn’t taken over, I probably would’ve melted into a puddle of stress. She was everywhere—measuring tables, snapping at florists, demanding silk napkins instead of cotton. I just smiled and nodded and let her do what she did best.Vince, on the other hand, was calmer than I’d ever seen him. Maybe it was the taste of freedom. Maybe it was finally being off that dark path that once consumed his entire life. He wheeled around the lounge, watching me try on veils and shoes and fuss over lip shades, and he never stopped smiling at all of that.“You know,” I said one evening, twirling around in the fourth dress of the night, “you haven’t complained once about all this wedding chaos.”He tilted his head and gave me a sweet smile. “Why would I complain? I get to m