บททั้งหมดของ Her Mafia Bodyguard: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

As soon as we’re alone in the otherwise empty bathroom, I fold my hands like I’m praying. “Please, can you drop it?”“I’m sorry, you’re my friend, and I don’t like—”“I’m telling you, there’s nothing wrong. For some reason, my dad is more paranoid than ever,” I whisper. “That’s why he has Zeke teaching me to defend myself. And that’s the entire story. And nobody’s said anything, but I’m wondering if that’s why my dad didn’t want me to come home for Thanksgiving. Because there’s something bad happening, or there was.”Her shoulders sink a split second before she sighs. “I didn’t think about that. That does make sense. But you’re going home for Christmas, right?”“Yeah, as I said, I guess whatever it was blew over. Unless he has another surprise in store for me, and we’re going someplace else for the holidays. I really don’t know. But I swear, there’s nothing shady or sketchy going on.”She reaches out for a hug I gladly give her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it seem like I was—”T

When it’s over, when I pull out, I look down to see our mixed fluids dripping out of her with every spasm of her muscles. I’m almost transfixed by it before stepping back, grabbing something to clean her up with. I’ve never let myself get carried away like that.But she seems happy when I rejoin her. “I’ve been on the pill for more than a year,” she informs me. “Mail-order prescription. I can’t believe you didn’t know that.”Good to know now that I shot my load. “Does your father know?” I ask as I wipe her clean. Not exactly who I want to be thinking of right now, but I didn’t bring it up.“Do you think it would be a surprise to you if he did?” Good point. We piece ourselves back together, the tension now gone, though there are still too many unanswered questions to count. I grab us both some water while she recovers, sitting on the stool again and leaning against the counter like she’s wiped out. I can’t pretend it doesn’t make me the slightest bit proud, being the reason for it.Sti

Dad meets us outside, arms outstretched. It’s almost like we’re a normal, happy family—except for the bodyguards to either side of him. “There she is! My beautiful girl.” I have to admit, it’s nice. Heartwarming. I didn’t expect such an enthusiastic welcome. For a moment, I can almost pretend we’re a regular father and daughter. Not that I would know what that feels like in real life, but I know how I’ve always imagined it being.He then shakes Zeke’s hand. “I want to see you in my office right away. I have a few things I need to discuss.” Of course, because business is never too far from his mind.He turns back to me, an arm around my shoulders while he leads me into the house. The tree in the entry hall is mind-blowing, covered in red and gold ornaments, and bright enough, it might be visible from space. “I’m having a dinner party tonight.”I knew he would bring me back into his social world, but I didn’t know it would be this immediate. I know better than to complain about hoping w

“You know how emotional she gets,” I explain, rolling my eyes. I hardly know what I’m saying. It’s like another part of my brain kicked into gear to protect me from stepping over the line and ending up with a bullet in my brain. “You don’t want her throwing a fit in front of your guests. Not a great first impression.”His eyebrows shoot up. “See? This is why I rely on you. You’re right. I don’t want her causing some big, emotional scene. She’ll probably have a lot of questions and maybe some worries.”You fucking think so? Genius. “I’d be glad to go up to her room and let her know you want to see her.” I’m practically out of the chair already, my body straining to break free, wanting to burst out of this room and run up the stairs. To throw open her door, pick her up, and make a run for it.“Not yet.” He checks his watch. “Give her a little time to settle in first. I’ll need you to stick around close to her room in case she gets any ideas about throwing a fit up there. I need her on h

“And you knew about this, too, didn’t you?” It’s like I’ve never seen him before. I don’t even know who he is now. “Didn’t you? You’ve known all this time that school was a joke. He never had any plans to let me graduate. I was going to be married and sent off to somebody else’s house. Right?” My rage grows with every word until I’m practically screaming.And he takes it without so much as a single flinch. That’s how I know I’m right. He won’t even bother arguing or defending himself because there is no defense.“I’ve said this before,” I tell him in a low voice, ignoring my father for the moment. “But this time, I mean it with my whole heart. I hate you.”His eyes close for a second, and I know that hit him hard. Good. That’s not even anywhere close to what he deserves.Dad sighs before clapping his hands together like he does when he wants to change the subject. “Mia, we can talk about this. We can smooth this out.”I don’t want to hear a single word he has to say. I don’t want to h