All Chapters of Escaping The Mafia Devil: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"There was a bit of opposition from my wife, but I've been able to straighten it out. She'll behave. Besides, she can't stop me from bringing my child into my home. It isn't like you're actually a child. You're an adult, so she doesn't have the responsibility of taking care of you." Pablo said.She couldn't stop him, but she could make my life a nightmare; I wanted to tell him so but kept shut."I'm not really worried about your wife. It's Michael that's bugging me, you know, with what happened some weeks ago." I mumbled.I knew how to handle b*tches, so I wasn't afraid if his wife wanted to be one. But I had no experience dealing with a stepbrother who had clearly and badly wanted a sexual relationship before we knew we were related.Meeting him again was going to be so awkward."I understand your worry, but I've spoken with him too, and he promised me to be civil around you. He seemed quite repulsed that I would think he would react strangely to you now that he knows you're rel

"I'll leave you now." Gabi said and left the room."Hi, miss me already?" I asked as I picked up the call."Are you going to keep asking that question every time I call you?" Lorenzo chuckled."Yes, because you keep calling me every fifteen minutes when I already said you don't have to." I replied as I lay on my bed."How will I immediately know when you want to leave?" He asked."Leave? I just got here." I rolled my eyes."But you could have changed your mind and realised you can't live without me the moment you got there. I'll come pick you up in ten minutes." He said."It's more like you're praying I don't like it because you can't live without me. Come on, admit it. I won't tease you that much." I giggled."I've never been shy to admit that I miss you." He said bluntly, and I blushed. "You haven't gotten into any sort of problem, have you? Beatrice can be a bitch most of the time. And I hope Michael hasn't tried playing any games with you, or I'll cut off his arms.""I'm

I pressed my lips into a thin line as I searched for what I wanted to say.Gabi and Michael didn't seem close to me, but I couldn't tell her that her brother was sexually assaulting me and had asked me to be his girlfriend. He would deny it without thinking, and she would see me as a liar because no way would she believe a stranger over her brother, whether or not there's a rift between them.Then the issue would escalate. Pablo and Beatrice would get to know about it. The latter would believe her son in a heartbeat and accuse me of lying and probably trying to seduce him. Despite how much Pablo claimed to love me, he certainly won't side with me over his only son; Beatrice won't allow it.Saying the truth would cause a lot of trouble and drama, and I didn't want any of those."He came in here and started to talk sh*t about me and how I'll never be a part of this family. When I tried to kick him out, he grabbed my hand. My self-defence kicked in, and I accidentally kicked him in

"I can't believe you're prioritising her over me! I'm your f*cking wife!" Beatrice yelled and stood up."I've always let you have your way in this family, even with decisions you know I don't like, as long as no one is hurt. I'm having my way this time. So sit the f*ck down and don't be a b*tch to Gwendolyn or f*ck off. Whatever you choose will be fine for me." Pablo growled.She stood for a few seconds, glaring at me like she wanted to rip my head off my body, and then she sat down. Gabi nudged my side, sneaking me a silly grin, and I smiled back."Can we move to the main course now? I'm still starving." Michael grunted, pushing his empty appetiser plate.The waiters flocked into the room at Pablo's signal, and they replaced our empty dishes with a new set of steaming food."So, Beatrice. Tell me about yourself?" I asked as I took a sip of wine."No." Beatrice snarled as she refused to look at me."Why not? You asked all these questions about me, even the ones that were obviou

"Oh come on, again? It's just seven? What the f*ck do you want?" I scowled, glaring at Michael who was standing in front of my room after disturbing my beautiful sleep a-f*cking-gain. "Can I come in?" he asked. "After what you did yesterday? I'm not mad. F*ck off, I'm not in the mood for your bul**hit." I glowered at him and tried to shut my door, but he forced his way into my room. "What the f*ck is wrong with you! Get out, or I'm going to scream!" I seethed as I held my door wide open. "I came to apologise about yesterday. I shouldn't have touched you without your permission. I—" "Apology not accepted! You almost f*cking r*ped me!" I snarled, interrupting him. "Shh. Don't say that out loud. Someone might hear you." He whispered, pressing his finger to his lips. "Like I give a f*ck about what happens. If it gets out, it will be on your head, not mine." I scoffed. "But you don't want that, or you would have told Dad or Gabi yesterday." He replied, and I pressed my lips