Semua Bab 31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Caesar took me to an underground building. It had felt like I was walking into the underworld.He led me down a long corridor, dark and cold, until we stopped in front of a heavy steel door. He nodded to the guard on duty. The man punched in a code, and the door swung open.“Vince!” I cried, rushing forward at the sight of my man.He was chained to the wall, shirtless, bruised from head to toe. Blood stained his jaw. His eye was swollen shut. But his head lifted the moment he heard my voice.“Cara?” His voice was hoarse, but filled with disbelief… and pain.I dropped to my knees beside him, reaching for his face. “I’m here. Oh my God, baby…” I cried.He tried to touch me, but the chains held him back.“What did he do to you?” I sobbed, caressing his bumpy face with shaky hands. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry…”Caesar stepped inside, arms crossed, his expression grim, like the sight of Vince and I together irritated him.“Get your hands off her!” Vince roared when Caesar suddenly reached

The cold metal around my wrists dug into my skin. I remembered how Luca and Vince had cuffed me this way. One was for pleasure, and the other, abduction. This was much worse. This was death. I didn’t dare move, not even a twitch. From the moment Vince burst into the room, I wanted to scream in relief… but I couldn’t. The bomb. The ticking sound. I could blow up the entire house with one risky move. I watched Vince’s face as he stared at the ticking padlock. He swore under his breath and stumbled back, his fists clenched and his jaw locked in furiosity. Luca stepped in behind him, and I saw the same horror appear on his face as he crouched beside the bed and inspected the padlock. “There’s a ticking mechanism inside,” he muttered. “She’s the counterweight. If we release her—” “We’ll all be blown to pieces,” Vince finished Luca’s words. My heart was pounding violently, my body trembled. I had to stay calm. If I moved too much, I could kill us all. “I’m going to get you out,” Vinc

The photo was clenched tight in my hand, the edges digging into my skin as I stared into it like I was staring into a black hole. Vincenzo?! How?! Was this some sort of hallucination? How the hell is his old photo in my box of old properties?! I needed an explanation. I stormed down the stairs, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. The smell of chocolate drifted into my nose as I reached the kitchen. Lola stood at the counter, humming softly as she folded brownie batter into a bowl. I watched her for seconds, not knowing how to ask what I was about to ask. "Mom? Why is this photo in my room?" I stammered, holding up the picture in my shaky hand. She turned over her shoulder, her eyes squinting with her usual cheerful expression, but in a flash, her smile completely faded. She went still, her breathing became scattered. The spoon in her hand slipped and clattered into the bowl. “Jessica,” she said carefully. “Where did you find that?” I took a shaky breath and licked m

~~LUCA~~ Growing up, Vince was my idol. The man I desperately wanted to become. He got the power, the respect, the girls. It was easy for him to become Capo. That same man I called my brother for decades had lied to me about our ties. He had kept a big part of his life from me. Everything was different now. Everything was so fucking different. My knuckles were tight on the steering wheel as I pulled into the underground parking of a casino in Seattle. Vince was in there. My mind was playing all sorts of violent scenarios as I stomped down the dark corridor to the pit—a dark room where deals went south and screams were muffled by thick concrete walls. I found Vince there, standing over a bloodied man that was tied to a chair. The poor guy looked barely conscious, his face decorated with purple lumps, his shirt soaked in blood that dripped from one side of his head. I looked to the dirty floors, and a bloody ear was by a corner where three of our men stood watching with a smile on

Tears blurred my vision as Caesar gripped my arm tighter, dragging me to the altar like I was a lamb about to be slaughtered. My legs stumbled beneath me; I was barely walking, but he never let go. My heart felt like it was being crushed with each hard step he took, echoing in the silent room. “Please,” I whispered, choking on my sobs. “Don’t do this. Let me go, Caesar. I’m begging you.” He didn’t stop, of course. “Is that so? What will be the fate of dear little Lily's mother then?" he asked contemptuously. I swallowed. My heart clenched painfully as Lily's chubby, teary face flashed in my mind. I looked at him, at the coldness lodged in his eyes. I dared not call his bluff. “Please… don’t hurt her,” I whispered. “Then stop fidgeting like a wet chick and fulfil your end of our deal," he growled. I gathered my distorted self and stepped onto the altar. The priest stood like a statue, watching me. There was a large Bible in his hands. The golden candlelight flickered over