《In My Godfather’s Bed 》全部章節：第 251 章 - 第 260 章

Tabitha:I slept better than I had slept in days. The bed was huge and soft. The room was cold, and the sheets felt warmer and softer than anything that I could have ever imagined. A few times, I had woken up, and as soon as I saw the beautiful sky, I would be rocked back to sleep, feeling a kind of peace I never thought could be felt in the den of my kidnappers. By the time I had opened my eyes fully, the sun was already in the sky. There was a knock at my door, and it slowly opened. A maid walked in with a breakfast tray. She managed a small smile at me before she set it down on the bedside table. “The consigliere will be busy today,” she said, as if I had asked, “he said that you should eat and get ready. The Boss would be meeting you today.”My stomach churned. “The… the boss? Why? Did he say why?”She shook her head, still smiling. “Eat and get ready. You wouldn’t want to keep anyone waiting.”She left the room, and the door clicked shut, and I listened as the key turned in t

Tabitha:For the first time, my eyes weren’t covered, and I could see the hallway. It was beautiful, brightly lit with a luxurious purple carpet that softened people’s footsteps. It smelled amazing too. Every surface had been scrubbed clean, and it shone in the bright light. The masked man walked in front of me, his steps slow but deliberate. He never turned back to look at me, and somehow, that was the scariest thing about it. My heart skipped beats as I followed. The guards were behind me, and I could hear their guns clicking at their sides as they walked. No one said a word; the air was filled with nothing but our footsteps. Suddenly, we turned a corner and entered a room. My jaw dropped as I looked around. The lights were low, the fireplace was burning warmly, crackling lightly and filling the room with another kind of orange glow. It looked just like the room I had been held in when I first came here, but this one had windows and didn’t smell like it hadn’t been used in years

Tabitha:I was screaming, holding my arm. The room was spinning; my hand was wet with blood, and I couldn’t bear to look at it again. My heart was racing; tears were streaming down my face. Was this how I was going to die? Who could have thought?“It hurts, doesn’t it?” The masked man had moved the table and crouched above me, using the tip of his silver gun to move my blood- and sweat-soaked hair out of my face. “The pain shooting through a person can be clarifying, can’t it? Sometimes, it has a way of jogging back memories that have been buried in the back of your brain. The sensory overload is just… exquisite."Tears flowed down my cheek. My hand clamped down hard over the wound, trying my best to keep myself from bleeding out. “Don’t worry. You won’t die… not yet at least. You know, for someone who this is their first time being shot, you have extraordinary resilience. I’m impressed.”I caught a glimpse of his eyes, and they sharpened with glee as he looked mockingly down at me.

Tabitha: Three days. I had been in this bed for three days… barely able to move, barely able to feel my fingers, and I woke up each day wondering how I was still alive. There had been two complications, and I passed out. I saw the light. I felt it on my skin–warm, inviting–but I couldn’t reach it no matter how much I tried. Collin came around every day. He would hold my hand and talk, and I would just listen. Recently, he brought flowers, and they were sitting in a vase on the bedside table. There was barely any sun in this room, and the leaves and petals had already begun to wilt. My heart had been racing inside my chest. Whenever the door opened, my heart would skip and beat. I expected the masked man to walk through, his gun drawn and pointed at me. I couldn’t believe he meant to keep me alive and that he was here to finish the job. “Miss Hyest?” The door opened, and a maid walked in. She was carrying a tray with food. It smelled heavenly, but I wasn’t hungry in the sli

Enzo:I watched as he read, and after a few minutes, he put the file down and sighed. “I’ve seen the changes. I am opposed to none of them. I know that you are an honest businessman and you would want some gesture to be returned to you. That is why you have been able to still retain so many clients despite the downward trend of the company’s profits.” “Do you want us to get a lawyer here? So can you sign, or should I make this an office thing?” I asked, matching his calmness, which shook me for a second. I expected him to take a keen interest in Section 13, clause 3.8. “No need for a lawyer. Just because I am a businessman doesn’t mean that I don’t understand the legalities behind binding contracts. Get me a pen.”I reached into my bag, pulled out a pen and handed it to him. With great flourish, he signed on the dotted lines and handed me the file. I opened it and looked at it. Everything checked out. It was done. I had staked my entire business, my fortune on my life, and now it w