A Divorced Billionaire Heiress For The Mafia Don のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

A jolt shot through my chest and my heart went rogue, pounding violently against the walls of my chest not because of the turbulence, but because Massimo’s body pressed me down, and his face was… God. Violent chills raced down my spine. I stiffened, feeling heat pool in the pit of stomach, racing up my body and spreading across my cheeks.I was unable to move for a solid four seconds. The incident shut my brain, stealing my voice and ability to think straight. I should have pushed him off, but I didn’t. I didn’t know where to hold.He finally moved away from my body, rising to his feet. A lump grew in my throat as I struggled to steady my erratic heart and keep a straight face. “Shit,” was the first word that came out of his mouth. “I didn’t know that was going to happen.” He glanced down at the stain of wine on his carton brown sweatshirt. “That’s what happens when you refuse to leave me alone,” I muttered underneath my breath. He lifted his chin, eyes fixated on me with a scowl.

It had been three days since I got to Italy, and still no signs of Massimo. That bastard brought me to a city I had never been to before, confined me to the lonely walls of his mansion, and left me without any source of contact. He left me with people(Viola), who couldn’t stand me. I couldn’t get close to any of his staff because they all seemed in a hurry to leave my presence. I tossed and turned on my bed, wrapping myself more in my duvet, wearing the vest he had given me in the plane. The light from the television screen gave the dark room a faint glow. I sat up, tired of glueing my eyes to the screen. I paused the show I was watching and made my way to the balcony to watch the crashing waves. My eyes searched the road, hoping to see a sign of Massimo’s car. There was nothing. My heart felt heavy, and his absence curled around me like a fog, leaving a void in my heart. I hated to admit that I missed our banter and his cocky self. What if something happened to him? I shook my he

I turned the back of the sticky note but there was nothing there. Thoughts fogged my mind, and I grew more confused with each passing second. Why was this attached to the biscotti? I stroked my chin, scrutinizing the cookies from over the transparent container. I needed to dispose of it. Maybe it was Leah’s assistant trying to send a warning to me. I extended my hand to pick it up, but halted mid-action when the loud “meow” of a cat startled me, echoing through the air.I spun, fixating my eyes on a kitty, sitting majestically in front of my door, wagging its tail. It had a unique fur color–the back of the cat, legs, and the line of its nose were blue, while the rest of its face, stomach and paws were white.“Aww.” I melted, filled with the urge to pick it up. “Hello, kitty. Are you a Scottish fold?” It meowed again, making its cute way towards me. Slowly, the cat rubbed its body around my leg until I bent to pick it up.“Are you a male or a female?” I asked, rubbing its soft head

/Massimo’s PoV/In the darkness I stood, lighting the blunt hanging down my mouth and taking a hard drag. Its smoke rushed down my lungs, filling it with fire and rage. With two fingers, I pulled it out and pursed my lips, exhaling a slow stream of smoke that didn’t calm me, but fueled the beast within.The sound of my men struggling with the traitor cracked the silence of my warehouse like a whip, but I spared neither of them a glance. Tucking in my lips, I stuck the blunt in between them and rolled up the sleeves of my shirt to my elbows. My face maintained its neutral expression as I picked up a boning knife from the table in front of me and twisted it around my fingers. Swiftly, I spun on the balls of my feet and tossed the knife. It whistled in the air before landing hard on a wooden table a few steps away from me. A whimper filled the air, but it wasn’t from me or my men. I angled my head from left to right and it made popping sounds. I strode under the light, giving the m

/Heather/ The moment those words tumbled out of his mouth, they hit me in the chest like bricks. A hollow pain settled in my heart, and embarrassment lapped over me like the waves of an ocean. I gripped the towel tighter around me, heat kissing my cheeks. The embarrassment I felt was mixed with annoyance, regret, and hatred. “I came here to discuss about Viola,” he said, and my heart sank. “Is she okay?” I rushed over my words, searching his eyes for answers. “I didn’t do it. I never meant–“ “It’s okay.” He interrupted me. “My mood has been soiled and I no longer want to talk about anything.” My stomach churned. Massimo’s nose wrinkled in annoyance, and he eyed me from head to toe as if I was something dirty before pivoting and storming away from me. Once the bathroom door banged shut, I released the towel, letting it pool around my ankles. I returned into the tub, sinking my body into the water but keeping my head up. I gripped the sides of the tub, my heart