Semua Bab The Mafia’s Housewife Revenge: Bab 21 - Bab 26

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