All Chapters of In My Godfather’s Bed : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Tabitha:The workday felt like it was dragging on. The files kept piling up, and even though I finished them quickly, more kept coming, kept piling, like the universe was doing everything that it could to keep me in the office.Enzo had sent a few text messages, but I was still too mad at him to reply. I knew that things had been rough for us, but that didn’t mean that we would hear of a kidnapping and just act like it didn’t bother us. We knew the truth. There was a very high possibility that this whole thing was orchestrated by Natasha. “I hope Andrew is doing okay.” I groaned, resting my head in my hands and sighing. What if they were hurting him, beating him… Oh my god…There was a knock at my door, and I called from inside. It creaked open softly, and Nora walked in, holding a file. Her face was a cheery pink, but as soon as she saw me, her lips went into a hard line, and the cheer on her face went ice cold. “I was asked to give this to you,” she said coldly, dropping the file

Enzo:I packed up my desk quietly. The day had moved so slowly, and I just wanted to go home and get some rest. My phone sat on the table. I had purposely decided not to put it into my pocket. I was hoping that she would call, and she would text with an apology. She knew how I felt about her going, about her getting involved, but she chose to go anyway. I left angry and upset. The least that she could give me was an apology for how brash she was acting. But hours had already passed. My phone had been face up like that since she left, and there was nothing.“I should have known better,” I sighed, finally grabbing it and looking at it one last time before I shoved it into my pocket. “She is probably already in a brawl with Natasha. I knew this was going to end badly the moment she agreed to it.”I shrugged and grabbed the last file. There was nothing that I could do now. I had given my word, and I was still mad. I had never felt this angry, this ignored. I flopped back into my chair and

Enzo:“Someone is going to kill me?” I repeated, almost unimpressed and disappointed that he wasted my time. “Yes,” Collin replied, his face stiff, his gun now beside him. “I would suggest that you watch your back and be careful of who you talk to and associate with.”I raised a brow, my eyes traveling from the gun beside him to his face and then back to the gun. “I don’t want to be rude with this ‘oh so important’ information that you have given me,” I replied, trying my best not to sound mocking in such a precarious situation, “but you shot at me while I was trying to head into my car this evening. I have a broken window to prove it.”Collin smiled, picked up the gun and ran a finger along the silver barrel. It was dark, the cloud cover was thick, and it was pouring now, the rain hammering hard against the window, and yet, the silver barrel caught the light there was and seemed to shine. “I know, Mr. Ross. I never removed myself from the equation, so you should watch yourself and

Tabitha:“That bitch is infuriating," I mumbled as I dried my hair and pulled on my clothes. The silk dress that was left on my bed fit me perfectly. I looked in the mirror and did a little spin. It was stylish and comfortable. A smile nearly crept onto my face, but I fought it back. I was still mad. She pointed a gun at me as a joke. The drawer was still open, but the gun was no longer there. But the longer I stared at it, the more it felt like it was still there and I could reach out and touch it again. “Yeah. No. I’m glad that it is over.”My phone sat on the bedside table. The screen was silent. There were no texts or calls from Enzo yet. I made a face; I thought that he’d call by now. I picked it up and wrote out a text, my hands shaking slightly as I did. I had seen the way that he had walked out of my office. Was he really mad at me?Just as I hit send, Natasha’s voice came rumbling, nearly making me drop my phone. “What the hell is taking you so long?!” She screamed. I made

Enzo:I had just finished eating when I saw Tabitha’s calls come in. My heart had skipped a beat; every part of me wanted to grab it and hear her voice, but I stopped myself. I was still mad at her, and as much as I loved her, talking to her right now was only going to cause problems for me and was going to make me forget why I was hurt. It was a difficult decision that I battled with over my dinner. I wasn’t sure I was ready to have her in my home. I needed some space from her for a few days. I had already texted Natasha, and she was okay with it. Not my best decision or choice, but she was the only person that I knew and trusted to an extent. And maybe some time with her might change Tabitha’s attitude. I paid the check and tipped. The waiter came by, and his eyes bulged at the figure I wrote, and he hurried away after many bows and thanks.I had about ten minutes or less before he told the rest of his colleagues, and they swarmed me with unwanted service and even brought the chef