บททั้งหมดของ Daughter of the Mafia: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

*Rosie Fay-Donovan*Or maybe I was wrong. I could be wrong, right? With the life I had, it was a fair mistake to be made. I could just be over my head.I looked at the mirror one more time, trying to identify the car. Maybe Archie sent someone to watch me for safety since he knew I was against having a bodyguard on my tail 24/7 which was a decision I was starting to regret now.But Archie would never do that behind my back. And I didn’t recognize the car. It wasn’t one of ours. I was just desperate to find another explanation for what I already knew was happening. I felt my hands sweating on the steering wheel, but I tightened my grip around it, making sure I didn’t freak out and lose control of the car.I pondered what to do. If I changed my destination, I could maybe confuse whoever was following me and get them off my tail. I wasn’t a professional driver, but I had somewhat good driving skills. Not for a chase though. What if I returned to the company and called Archie from ther

*Rosie Fay-Donovan*My head was pounding as if someone was leading a construction inside of my skull. My chest was heavy and sore, making it hard for me to take a deep breath. There were wires attached to my arms and left hand, and a mask in my mouth and nose, preventing me from breathing properly.I reached for the mask with my free hand and got it out of the way, taking in the air around me. I felt like sh*t. It took me a moment to understand where I was and what had happened to me, but the white walls and the hospital bed I was in were indications enough that I had been involved in an accident.Flashes of the man in the black car chasing me popped into my head and I shivered, looking around to make sure he wasn’t anywhere near me.But all I saw was Archie pacing in the corner of the room, walking from one side to the other with his arms crossed over his chest. His brows were creased and he had a devastating look on his face.“Archie,” I called, my voice coming out hoarse and weak.

*Rosie Fay-Donovan*Archie and I spent the day in bed watching Disney movies and old cartoons. I needed something to distract me after learning about everything my family had faced.For some reason, I felt numb. I wanted to cry—I felt like crying—but it seemed like my tears had dried completely. My head was heavy with so much new information, and I eventually fell asleep in Archie’s arms.I was happy to see he was still there when I woke up. I wasn’t ashamed to say I didn’t want to feel lonely. I normally wanted people to see me as this strong woman who could handle anything. Archie especially. But today, I didn’t feel strong. I didn’t feel like I could wear the steel armor I used daily.I just wanted to feel cared for and protected. My inner child was grieving what I never had the chance to do.“Do you think I should do some therapy?” I asked Archie out of a sudden when the credits of the third movie were scrolling up on the TV screen.“Do you want to? I mean, I think it’s important,

* Rosie Fay-Donovan*It was finally the day of the auction. I had decided to turn the charity event into an auction this year since that was a good way to raise more money from wealthy people. I had to establish some requirements for the guests to be present, especially because of security, but everything seemed to work just fine. The meeting about security was nothing more than the men discussing who was going to be in charge of what—watching a specific area of the venue, scheming tactics of evacuation, containment, and even retaliation, and making sure no one came inside with a gun or any sort of weapon.There was a moment where they mentioned having the reinforcement of Tyler’s friends, and I frowned, having no idea what that meant. Archie looked away when I glanced at him, prying for answers, and when I tried to ask him later what that meant, he said he wasn’t able to talk about it yet since it wasn’t a closed deal.He did say we weren’t going to have that ‘special help’ now thou

* Rosie Fay-Donovan*I was already in the hallway, so close to my bedroom that I could even see my nightstand from where I was standing. Only a few more steps and I would have reached the drawer, grabbed my gun, and be back in the office in less than a minute.But before I managed to do that, I saw Royce appear at the end of the hallway like a f*cking ghost. For a brief moment, I thought I was imagining things. There was no way he could be inside the house. No way he could have passed through everyone.There was no way…His lips stretched into a grin and I felt my entire body act on instinct. I forced my legs to carry on, my heart pounding hard in my chest, and I ran as fast as I could toward my bedroom, fumbling to lock the door behind me. This wasn’t the safest place for me to be, but there was no time for me to return to the office anymore.Not with Royce standing on the other side of the hallway. He would get to me before I got to the office for sure. I pondered opening the windo