บททั้งหมดของ His Mafia Princess : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Earlier that day… "What are you talking about?" Scott asked, his voice rising in pitch. Realizing he was being loud, he lowered his voice and tried again. "You're not getting married." He said it like it was fact, with such confidence that even I believed him for a second. Stuck in the moment with him, like we were frozen in time, my senses overwhelmed me. The near dead silence in preparation for going live, the smell of freshly baked bread and sugary frosting, the slight coolness coming from the display case, the taste of bile rising up in my throat. The feeling of his warm hand cupped around the side of my neck. "Stacy?" he implored, peering into my face, sounding less certain than a moment ago. I could hear my pulse pounding noisily in my ears as I looked for the right words. They never came. "What, because no one would want to marry me? I'm hot, Scott. I have people looking at me wherever I go. Both sexes, not just men," I said, a rush of emotion washing over me.

"I'm home. Where's the new girl?" Kenny called out, the distinct rattle of his keys being set down on the counter reaching me in the living room. He walked into the room at the same time as Scott and the brunette. My insides turned and twisted in on itself when I saw Scott. We awkwardly looked away at the same time. "Stace? But you're supposed to be—" Kenny cocked his head to the side in confusion. "Nevermind her, we're going anywhere that's not here," said the brunette, grabbing her coat off the couch and forcing Kenny to backtrack. "We'll pick the one when I get back?" she said, looking back at me with a smile, sounding excited. It had taken me all this time to place her voice, having only ever heard it over Zoom calls. I took a step forward and looked her in the eye for the first time since getting here. "Willow Brady?" I exclaimed, covering up my surprise with a quick smile. "Yes, of course. I may have found you something even better than what we talked about." So this

"Boys are stupid," I said to no one in particular, as I entered my apartment. I couldn't really blame Scott for freaking out after everything I laid at his feet last night. Still, it would have been nice if Willow didn't find out like that. My past brought me no joy. In fact, I was ashamed of it. Now that it was all out there, I felt like Scott was judging me. How did he expect me to tell him my most personal shame? Aren't we all entitled to some secrets? As I went from the kitchen to the living room turning on the lights in the apartment, something immediately struck me. My study's door was open. I know I closed it before I went shopping with Willow this morning. The cushions on my couch were all at different angles. Passing the coffee table with quiet careful steps, I made my way over to the corner of the room where my bookshelf was located. I slid my fingers along the books until I found the one I wanted, pulled it out, opened it up and took my gun out of the hollowed out Ph

"You sure this is the place?" I asked, clocking the unmarked black van across the street."Joey's not smart enough to bluff. He is ambitious though and he hates my guts. There's not much he wouldn't do to take me out of play as daddy's future heir. I'm not sure what we're walking into," said Stacy from next to me as we stood at the entrance of Hotel Topaz."Yeah, I'm out," said Kenny on the other side of me, turning to walk away.I grabbed him by his suit jacket and pulled him back to the spot next to me."Sorry," said Kenny, fixing his collar before attempting to turn and make a run for it again.Just as he turned, he bumped into a man dressed in overalls, presumably some sort of service delivery man. This sent Kenny stumbling back, smack into me."Sorry again," he said."Look, I know this is scary. I'm terrified, but Willow is my sister and I don't really have much of a choice. If either of you wants out, I'll understa

Scott and I had what felt like less than thirty seconds to meet up with Kenny, who had found Willow throwing up in the bathroom, before we were discovered. "Stay with Willow. Lay low. Find a different way out of here and then text it to me and whatever you do, don't come up to us until the time is right," Scott had said to Kenny. "Incoming," I said, spotting Don Marcus and Luca at a poker table not too far away. Both of them here threw me for a loop. One was bad enough as it is, but both kof them? It was an uncommon and unfortunate occurrence. They had spotted us too. Luca and I made eye contact as he whispered to the two big hulks now headed our way. "How will I know when the time is right?" asked a nervous Kenny. "Trust me, you'll know. Now go," said Scott, seamlessly turning away from Kenny just as Luca's men approached us. "Don Marcus wants to talk," said one of the big guys, hands behind his back. "Lead the way," said Scott, his voice almost chipper. If his heart