บททั้งหมดของ In My Godfather’s Bed : บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

Enzo:I pulled up in front of Bolden Enterprises. A sigh escaped my lips. This was a terrible start to the day. I was showing up at Natasha’s workplace, and I had forgotten my jacket at home. I was lucky that I kept a spare in the car for occasions like this. I got out and walked in. It was a beautiful place. The air was warm with the smell of fresh food, and everyone was buzzing all over the place, clipboards in hand, safety helmets on, the works.At the front desk, the lady’s jaw dropped as she saw me. I could see her hand moving restlessly as she asked me my name and who I was here to see. “Mr. Enzo Ross. I have a ten o’clock with Miss Bolden.”I looked at my watch. I was thirty minutes early. It didn’t matter anyway. The sooner I got to see her, the sooner I could leave this place before she tried to get funny with her antics. “Ah, yes, Mr. Ross." The lady was trying her best to keep calm, but the excitement was literally radiating from her body. There was no hiding it. “Miss B

Enzo:“What are you even going on about, Natasha? Are we having the meeting or not?”She raised her hand in the air and chuckled. “We are, we are. I was just messing with you. Learn to take a joke every once in a while. Sheesh!”I made a face. That joke didn’t feel like a joke. There was something off about all this. “Alright.” She handed me some papers. Copies of the documents I had emailed to her. “I made copies so that we could go through them together. I think that the planning process should wrap up soon and we should go to the production phase.”I raised a brow. “Production phase?” I asked. “What do you mean by production phase? There is nothing wrong with the first model. We aren't producing anything.”“It is just a play on words, Enzo. Come on. Everyone thinks that there was something wrong with the first one, and I think that people would be more relaxed if we rolled out a new version, in theory, to give people the illusion that we fixed whatever was bugging the older mode

Enzo:The reaction from my team was expected. Of course, they too were skeptical about us having a relaunch of the tractor. It was the only thing that we could do. I wasn’t going to concede defeat to the government and give them a reason to take me to court. I know that I still had a handful of loyalists to the business. They respected the years I had worked hard to build my company to where it is today. This meeting with Sandy will seal the deal for me and give me the information that I need to ground myself in the fact that it wasn’t my tractor that killed Mr. Bolden. It was an obsession, and it was dangerous, but at this point, I couldn’t leave any stone unturned. The evidence was slim, especially since the force was keeping it under wraps, but it wasn’t difficult to attach the Red Mafia’s hand to all this. I still didn’t know what the connection was, but they wanted something from me, my business and Tabitha and now that I had time to think it over, it was attached to Vincent. I

Enzo:Maybe I should have gone easier on her. I should have controlled myself better. I sat on the sofa and rested my head in my hands, running my fingers through my hair. I had to act fast. I wasn’t sure how much Collin knew, but I wasn't going to wait for him to find out more. I would deal with Tabitha later. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and dialed their number. It rang for a while before she picked. “Enzo?”“Sandy, listen to me. Where are you?”“I’m at home. Did… did something happen?”“Yes. Tabitha followed me. She thought I was seeing someone and cheating on her. Anyway, there is someone I have a bad feeling about, and I think he knows about our meetings. Please be careful. I have every reason to believe that he is associated with the Red Mafia.”“Wait, let me get a pen and paper.” The line was silent, filled only with the sound of her opening drawers and rummaging through them. “Ok. I have one. Do you think that you could describe the guy?”“He is tall. About my height

Tabitha:Enzo sat next to me, and we ate breakfast in thick silence. Every now and then, I would glance at him, but he never met my gaze. He just kept on eating like he was the only one at his table. I tried to read his expression but failed. His face was stiff, with no emotion at all. His eyes were hollow, revealing nothing, and it scared me. I had no idea what to expect. I didn’t know when he would talk, what he would say. It was just an unknown that was secretly driving me crazy. He finished his food, and without a word, he carried his plate to the sink. I heard the clink as it touched the other things that were there. My heart skipped a beat. I still had a few pieces of toast left and some bacon, but I could only push them around on the plate. Enzo passed me wordlessly and went to the living room. My heart plummeted in my chest. I guess that was where the talk was being held. After a while, I got tired. I forced the last piece of toast into my mouth and took the plate to the ki