All Chapters of 31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

It was raining heavily. I was wrapped in a pink cashmere blanket, sipping hot tea as I stood by the balcony, watching the raindrops slide down the glass, deep in thought.My first day of work was in two days. I wondered if life would be peaceful then—I hoped it would. But deep down, I knew it was near impossible.Not with Vince and Luca constantly in my life. They were like crutches I couldn’t do without, yet they kept me crippled, caged, stagnant. There was no freedom with them."Why aren’t you sleeping?" Luca’s voice startled me.I turned to look at him. He was in a black tee and plaid pajama pants."Nothing. Just thinking," I exhaled, turning away from him.He stepped forward, standing beside me. My body hummed at his closeness."Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?" he asked, drawing my attention back to him. His eyes narrowed, "A nice house in Seattle, your dream job.""It’s not that simple."He huffed, then looked forward. "Life isn’t always black and white, Jessie."I wanted t

I was pressed against the cold marble wall, my heart pounding. It’s been what? Three months? Four months? Since I last saw Toby. He looked so much thinner, more tattoos, his once curly brown hair that touched his nape was shaved off. His amber eyes, almost black, like he’d seen hell and back. What exactly happened to him!? “Toby, what are you doing here?” My eyes were wide like I couldn't believe he was in here, still alive. “I should be asking you that, Jess. How the fuck are you in Seattle—and here of all places!?” He snapped. “I thought—” “You thought Vincenzo killed me?” He huffed. “Nah. I got good friends who paid off my debt to that evil son of a bitch. Ever heard of Caesar Augusto? Yeah, he saved my ass.” Caesar Augusto? Who was that? “Where have you been?” I asked, the name 'Caeser Augusto'' registering itself in my mind. “Here in Seattle.” He shrugged. He paused, taking a long look at me. “So you’re friends with the Black Cross Mafia now?” “What?” I blurted out like

I heard Luca drive out before the sun came up. I wondered if he would be returning, his door had been locked and that was unusual. What if Vince had asked him to leave upon his return? What if Vince knew about last night and was going to punish Luca or send him away to fight in Africa?Oh God, I was getting paranoid, and that was absolutely not what I needed on the morning of my first day at work. So, I shook off the feeling and headed into the bathroom. I was running late, changing into different outfits repeatedly because I wanted to look my best. Finally, I settled on the basics—a white chiffon blouse tucked into a black skirt, paired with a Chanel belt and purse. I slipped on my expensive red-bottom heels, and my hair was perfectly curled. I was dressed for success. Walking down the hallways of Howards felt like a dream come true. I remembered my first year in college, there was a magazine article about the top five publishers. Howards was number one. I had done more resea

There was water spilled all over my documents.I had just arrived at work, quite early, as usual, snd the office was practically empty. Only one other person was present.Felicia.Her head was bowed in her cubicle, but I could feel the guilt radiating off her.It was obvious she had done it."I know you did this, Felicia," I snarled, storming toward her cubicle.She looked up from her computer and scoffed. "You can't just accuse me like that! You don't even know me!" she said, mimicking my voice.My anger flared up."Why would you—""What's up, guys?" Isaiah strolled in, his backpack slung over one shoulder. He stopped mid-stride, eyeing the tension between us. "What’s going on now? Did HR send another complaint?""Felicia spilled water all over my documents!" I snapped."Hey!" she shot back. "Don’t you dare accuse me of things I didn’t do!"A knock on the door silenced the room. A young woman stepped in, her expression unreadable."Ms. Reese?" she asked, her eyes landing on me.I str

Luca didn’t speak much on the ride back to my penthouse. His jaw was clenched tight, and the dried blood on his shirt made my stomach turn. I sat beside him in agonizing silence, curled up against the door of the car, my heart still racing from the horror we had just escaped. But had we really escaped? Vince was still in Caesar’s den. And I had no idea what they were doing to him. When we got home, I barely made it to the living room before collapsing onto the couch. My hands were shaking. My skin felt cold and clammy. I could still see Vince in my mind... on his knees, bleeding, cuffed. “Do you want anything?” Luca asked quietly. His voice was hoarse. I looked up at him; he was standing over me with a defeated demeanor. “Water? Tea?” I shook my head. I didn't want anything, I just want to be in Vince's arms. Safe and secured. There was a long silence before he sighed and came to sit beside me. I pulled my knees up to my chest and stared out at the city lights. It felt wron