All Chapters of The Capo's Deadly Bride : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

In a small apartment...Helen paced around the living room, her eyes occasionally drifting to the television where the news about Mr. Bayou’s death still flashed across the screen. It was a rare moment of satisfaction for her. The successful completion of her first task for Delilah gave her a sense of power she hadn’t felt in a long time. She had gathered all the necessary details about Mr. Bayou, confirmed he was Mrs. Gaga’s cheating husband, and now he was gone. Helen smiled to herself, briefly savoring the victory.That smile quickly faded when she heard the unmistakable sound of the front door creaking open, followed by heavy, uneven footsteps. Her heart sank as she turned toward the door. Jonah was home.Jonah staggered through the entrance, reeking of alcohol, his shirt untucked and wrinkled. His eyes were bloodshot, and he muttered confusedly under his breath. Helen’s disheartened expression mirrored the way she felt every time she saw him like this. It had become an al

A loud sound echoed through the room, startling Delilah awake. She blinked a few times, disoriented, before realizing she was sprawled on the bed. Marco was gone. Her gaze flicked over the disheveled pillow beside her, the blankets tossed aside as if he had just left. Her long auburn curls now hung in tousled waves around her face, and she absentmindedly pushed them out of her eyes as she slowly sat up.She exhaled, leaning back against the headboard, and let the events of last night replay in her mind. A sly smile curled on her lips as she remembered the warmth of Marco’s body wrapped around hers. "God, his arms felt amazing around me."She could still feel the gentle pressure of his hands on her, the heat of his skin seeping into her own. "I love how he smells… all masculine and sexy."She closed her eyes, savoring the memory. It wasn’t just the physical closeness, it was the way it made her feel… safe."Why did I feel so safe with him?" That thought gnawed at her. She wasn

Helen’s face went even paler, her voice trembling as she spoke. "I’m sorry… I just—"Delilah placed a hand on her forehead, closing her eyes as she processed Helen’s request. The frustration simmered in her, but beneath it, she felt a small pang of sympathy. Helen’s voice had sounded so desperate. But this was more than just a favor—it was a breach of the very foundations they had all agreed on."Helen," she said slowly, dropping her hand and opening her eyes, "the rules exist to protect us, all of us. If we start bending them now, then what’s to stop us from doing it again? And what’s to stop someone else from asking the same thing later?"Ruby leaned back, crossing her arms. "I mean, if we’re going to break every rule for everyone’s convenience, we may as well quit.""Stop it, Ruby," Delilah said firmly, cutting her off again. She turned her gaze to Helen, and though her tone was gentle, her eyes were firm. "I understand that this isn’t easy. We all have struggles, and I’m sorry y

Delilah blinked, gathering herself. She looked at Ruby with that cool, indifferent expression she’d mastered over the years. "I disabled the audio because I felt like it," she replied, voice low but steady. "I found it unnecessary for you to be listening to my conversation."Ruby scoffed, her arms dropping to her sides as she took a step forward. "Listening?" she echoed, her tone daring Delilah to challenge her. "Just admit it, Delilah—you’re keeping something from us. From me and Helen."Delilah tilted her head, her eyes shifting to where Helen was quietly pulling up the blinds on the café’s front windows, her back to them as she worked. She gestured toward Helen. "Look at her, Ruby. She’s actually busy with work rather than suspecting me," Delilah said, her voice carrying a subtle hint of reproach.Ruby turned, glancing over her shoulder at Helen, who was diligently adjusting the "Closed" sign, flipping it to "Open" without a second thought. She looked back at Delilah, a dry l

Marco's body pressed against hers, his hardness throbbing against her core, sending shivers down her spine. Delilah's breath caught as Marco positioned himself, his gaze holding hers, filled with desire and adoration. "Will you...fit?" Delilah whispered, her cheeks flushing.Marco's lips curled into a sly smirk. "Perfectly," he whispered back, his eyes glinting with confidence.Marco reached for his nightstand, grabbing protection before turning back to Delilah.With one smooth motion, Marco slid into her, filling her completely. Delilah's gasp was lost in his mouth as he claimed her, his lips devouring hers with a hunger that left her breathless.To her surprise, Marco fit perfectly, stretching her in all the right ways. His presence inside her was like coming home, a sense of belonging she'd never known before."It's like my body was made for him," she thought, amazed.Their bodies moved in perfect sync, Marco's thrusts slow and deliberate, building tension. Delilah's hands gripp