All Chapters of Choke me daddy! (one night stand with a mafia boss.): Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Alexa didn’t bother knocking.She pushed open the door to Gabrielle’s study with a force that made the hinges snap in protest. The dark dim room was lit only by the soft glow of the desk lamp, illuminating Gabrielle’s tense silhouette as he reviewed documents.He looked up sharply.“Alexa?” His tone softened. “What’s wrong?”Everything.Her breath escaped her in a rush. “We need to talk.”Gabrielle leaned back slowly, the faintest crease forming between his brows. “You look shaken.”“I am,” Alexa whispered. “Gabrielle, please… you need to listen.”He rose and came to her immediately, hands cupping her face. “What happened? Did someone hurt you?”The tenderness almost broke her.“It’s Antonio,” she blurted out. “I don’t trust him.”Gabrielle froze.His hands dropped from her face.“…What did you say?”Alexa swallowed hard. “I think he’s hiding things from you. Important things. Things about the Thorn. About Cordelia. And about whoever is trying to infiltrate this house.”Gabrielle bli

Gabrielle didn’t slam the door when he came home and that was the first sign that something was wrong.He always entered with presence. With purpose. Whether tired or energized, angry or cold, Gabrielle Casanova never drifted.Tonight, he drifted.Alexa saw it the moment the mansion’s doors sighed shut behind him. She had been waiting on the staircase, pretending to scroll through her phone but really listening for the slightest change in his footsteps.And the change came.He walked slowly. Shoulders tight. Movements deliberate, as though every step had weight.He didn’t sense her until he was halfway across the room.When he finally looked up, Alexa felt her breath hitch.His eyes were distant ,not tired, not stressed. Haunted.The kind of look a person wore when someone scraped their ribs open and replaced their heart with something heavier.“Gabrielle?” she whispered.He blinked, forcing awareness into his gaze before offering a small, strained smile. “Alexa.”She descended the la

Morning light filtered through the tall windows of the mansion, spilling long gold streaks across the marble floors. Alexa stood in front of the mirror in her walk-in closet, slipping into a soft green sweater and pulling her hair into a loose knot. Her fingers trembled only slightly but enough for Olivia to notice.“You’re nervous,” Olivia said flatly, leaning against the doorframe with crossed arms.Alexa met her best friend’s eyes through the mirror. “I’m not nervous. I’m… preparing.”“Preparing is when you double-check your makeup,” Olivia replied. “Nervous is when you redo your ponytail four times.”Alexa let out a frustrated breath and dropped her elastic. “Okay, maybe I’m nervous,” she admitted. “But Gabrielle came home broken last night. And whatever Cordelia told him, I bet it wasn’t good.”Olivia stepped forward and adjusted Alexa’s collar gently. “That’s why we’re going. You need answers. And honestly? I want to see what the queen of the Thorn looks like when she’s not wear

The front doors of the mansion closed with a loud thud, and Gabrielle’s steps echoed through the hallway as he entered, every movement controlled, deliberate. The air was still, almost eerily calm, but beneath it, a storm lingered. He had known. Months ago, he had planted a small, inconspicuous tracker behind Alexa’s ear, claiming it was for “safety purposes,” though it was really to monitor her movements, to ensure that nothing and no one could get to her without his knowledge.Tonight, the tracker had spoken. It had whispered its secrets, revealing what Alexa had not. She had gone to Cordelia’s house. Gabrielle’s jaw tightened. His lips pressed into a thin line. She had gone without telling him. Not a word, not a hint, not a trace of her plans.He removed his coat and hung it with precision, his eyes sweeping the room with a predator’s vigilance. Nothing seemed disturbed. Everything was exactly as it should be. And yet, the knowledge of her audacity gnawed at him. He could not conf

The next morning rose colder than usual, as if the sky itself sensed something shifting beneath the city,something ancient, powerful, dangerous. The Thorn rarely called emergency meetings, and when they did, they were never for anything comforting. Gabrielle knew this. Everyone in the mansion knew this. Even Alexa felt it without anyone saying a word.When the message arrived,encrypted, urgent, bearing Cordelia’s private seal,Gabrielle didn’t speak. He simply stared at the glowing screen, the tension wrapping around his shoulders like armor.“We’re both attending,” he finally said.Alexa paused mid-buttoning her coat. She hadn’t expected he would bring her after the chaos of last night. But something in his expression, a quiet storm she had only seen a handful of times, told her he wasn’t merely being bold. He was preparing for something.“Is it safe?” she asked.“No,” Gabrielle answered truthfully. “But necessary.”The drive was silent. Even Antonio, sitting in the front seat, didn’t