In My Godfather’s Bed のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 241 - チャプター 250

Enzo:“What do you want, Richard?” I asked, as soon as I saw him on a chair in front of my office. “Finally.” He sighed and stood up, adjusting his jacket. “I thought that you were going to take forever. I even had time to go out and have brunch.”I unlovked my office door and went inside. He followed behidn and sat in the chair in front of my desk. “You look dreadful, Enzo. Are you okay?”“Why…” I sat down and tosse dmy coat aside. “... aere you here? You said that you wanted to talk aboyt the launch. Weren’t you against it?”“I still am,”he smield, leaninig back and folding his fingers together. “I’m just fascinated that you are still going through with it and as a soon to be owner of the business, I just have to go along with this idea.”“Okay. you have said your piece. Anything else? The former board will have their shares processed today.”“Enzo.” Richard leaned forward, his smug face softening slightly. “Somethung is wrong. What is it?”“And why do you care?” I snapped. “I thi

Tabitha:I intentionally stayed longer in the bathroom, scared to come out to see Collin and see whatever he was doing. I still didn't understand why he brought me to his room instead of letting me go to mine.My body shuddered as I remembered all the times he had touched me, whispered in my ear, said I was intriguing or said things that highlighted how much he lusted after me. If anything, this was possibly an opportunity for him to have his way with me, and there was no way in hell that I was going to allow that.I slowly slipped into my new clothes while I watched myself in the bathroom mirror. I looked paler, with dark circles slowly forming under my eyes. My lips had lost their colour from being in such a cold place for so long, and even though I was eating, I looked leaner than before.I threw the shirt over my head and pulled on the shorts and just stood there, looking around the bathroom and up at the skylight. If only there was a hatchet or a door or something, I would escape

Tabitha:We spent the rest of the day in Collins' room. I ate the soup, and a few minutes later, a maid came and took the bowl away. Collin handed me a stack of novels, and we sat down there quietly, reading, until lunch was brought to us.As much as I was scared of him, being in a place with natural light and some semblance to the outside world was a lot better than being cooped up in my stuffy room. Now and then, I would look up from my book to steal glimpses of him reading. He barely moved, his eyes moving clearly across each line, smiling at some parts, frowning at some, but whatever the case, he was thoroughly enjoying himself. A few times, he met my gaze and I quickly looked away back into my book but often at times, I'd catch him smiling .The titles were interesting, though half of the ones he gave me were romance or some murder mystery that involved romance and even though I was scared out of my wits being captured by the mafia, I still couldn't help going red whenever I rea

Tabitha:“We’ll soon be done, dear… there we go. What do you think?”I looked at myself in the mirror, and I wasn’t entirely sure of how to feel.The chains hung down my body, clinking softly any time I moved; my back had been oiled, and it shone like polished ivory and had even been decorated with a bit of body glitter, and my hair was in long, full curls. I looked beautiful, but this wasn’t the person that I wanted to look beautiful for. I hated it. I hated that I was being dressed in such expensive clothes just to feed the hungry eyes of a member of the Mafia. I hated that I wanted to live so much and these were the ridiculous things that I had to put up with just so that I wouldn’t have a gun put to the side of my head. “So, do you like it?” The maid asked again, smiling, even though I knew that it was forced. “I love it. I look beautiful.” I spun around and smiled. The words were honest, but not my face. “Excellent. I will be leaving you then. The Consigliere will be coming so

Enzo:I pulled up to my house and sighed. That sinking feeling was back again. Everything hurt all over again. She wasn’t home, and I wasn’t sure that I was ever going to get over that feeling.The lights were on, however. Edwardo was probably cooking. This was it. He was the last person that spoke to Tabitha. If he was the one that took her. “Easy, Enzo. There is no need to jump to conclusions," I muttered to myself, releasing my fist and taking a deep breath. I had to relax. If the spy realized that anything was off, then it was over for me… and Tabitha. I couldn’t let that happen. Nothing would happen to her. The car door closed a little louder than necessary when I got out. My heart was pounding in my chest as I walked up to the front door, put the key in the lock and turned. The first thing that welcomed me was the smell of fettuccini alfredo. It smelled heavenly, making my mouth water and reminding me that I hadn’t eaten anything all day. I put my briefcase on the living room