The Mafia’s Housewife Revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

PEERY’S POVIt was great to be back home.New York had always been that way.You spend so much time in it that you start to hate the place--my vacation was all I needed to see it all from a different perspective.Rome was great and all. But at least I get to cuss at people in English now and get a reply I can understand. Italian was a beautiful language and shit, but I never knew if those bastards were cussing me out or complimenting me.It usually a gamble to decide which it was.Cruising down the road, I tried to plan the rest of my day in my head. I was tired and jet lagged as hell, but I had to have a meeting with the board, inform them about the success I made in Italy, and then move on to the next thing on our list.The greatest thing I could add.If I could manage to score with this particular investor in mind and urge him to invest fully--a whopping fifty percent in the business, then I was sure to hit the top fifty billionaires on the continent.wouldn’t that be awesome?I gr

SILAS’S POV“Mother?” I called, cocking my head to the side, feeling rather uncomfortable with her stare.Growing up, my mother had her ways of getting me to fess up when I made mistakes or did something behind her back. One way that always worked and creeped the hell out of me at the same time was when she would stare right into my eyes.That made me shudder all the time.Hell, even now, with her eyes threatening to burn holes in my skin, it took all of me and years of practice not to cover before her. I was a grown ass man. While I respected my mother, I would not shrink away like a pathetic boy.My mother’s eyes trailed over trailed over my clenched jaw and she laughed heartily. “You’re so cute, thinking you could stand up to me like that,”“I know!” Sylvia giggled.I glanced down to see she had settled on a sofa close to mom’s bed and had her phone out.Who the hell was she texting? And she hadn’t asked about Pete since I got in--my brows narrowed and I looked away. I would deal

SILAS’S POVIt had been two days after I had arrived from Italy, and I was still as tired as hell.After the phone call with Imogen’s supposed husband--I blocked his contact.Not out of fear of his threats--hilarious. I may sound like an asshole, but after hearing his voice over the phone, I was pretty sure he was a wimp. I doubted he could take me on--and if he could, there was no doubt I would whoop his ass.I sat in the boardroom, at the head of a long ass table, surrounded by the members of the media team. One of them stood by a wall, pointing at a projected slide and yammering about choosing a model to help advertise the new hotel that was currently being built. It would be finished soon, and they couldn’t wait to publicize it already.Well, I could wait.What was the rush?There were a lot of other projects to deal with--buildings needed management, and management meant money. I had a quota I wanted to meet by the end of the year.I had just attended the meeting to give my head

IMOGEN'S POVI didn’t want to go on this fucking trip.My body was sore. My face ached from the blow Perry gave me earlier, and every bone in my spine begged for rest. But of course, Perry never cared about things like that. If he said go, you went. No matter how you felt.Even then, sitting huddled into the extreme corner of the jet, I dared not sighed too out aloud. He was striding up and down the aisle with a telephone rush to his ear hurling commands like a crazy dog.“I said double the fucking security at the site! I don’t care if it’s underwater or halfway in hell!”The staff members flinched and so did I.The whole flight had been like that, one relentless river of anger, resentment and suspicion. Our former posh airplane seemed just like a metal cage, transporting us to hell. I couldn’t even enjoy the escape from our house, let alone feel like I was seeing the world. I just wanted to arrive, curl into a hotel bed, and shut the world out.But…A small corner of my heart flutter

Imogen’s POV I took my phone to search for anything that could give me an idea of where Blond was but it was as if he did not exist because the more I searched—the more I get lost in an endless loop of nothing.I closed my eyes to imagine me being in his arms again and not being used as a prop for this bastard of a man but I needed to get myself sorted out before making any move.I switched off the screen and piled the phone under the pillow. This was a darkened room with only a narrow bit of moon drifting through the carpet. Slowly I rose and tried not to say anything.But then the silence shattered.“Who were you on the phone with?”His voice came sharp and slurred from the bed.I froze. My stomach dropped. I turned to face him, Perry, now sitting upright in the sheets, his eyes narrowed like a predator catching scent of something off.“Just… checking my messages,” I said, keeping my voice soft.“At 2 a.m.?” he barked.I tried to stay calm. “I couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d clear some