Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire Legacy : Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

Annabelle's POV I made him his sandwich the way he prefers it, with more jelly than peanut butter, and cut it into triangles since he insisted that triangles are better than squares. I added some apple slices, a pack of crackers, a juice box and a chocolate chip cookie that I baked the night before. All that was in his lunch box with a dinosaur picture on the front since Peter is all about dinos. The eggs were prepared, and I served them with toast and placed the whole in front of Peter who immediately plunged into them. It is important to remember to do all, I said, pouring myself a cup of coffee. You must have strength on your big day. He grinned. I am eating, he replied, with his mouth full of eggs. I do not believe you are supposed to speak with your mouth full, I said, automatically, and took a sip of coffee which was too hot but I needed that caffeine. I heard some footsteps ascending the stair, that is, John was up, so I began to make more eggs, as he would likely want

Mia's Pov As soon as the guys of Agent Morris pulled Vincent off, I thought my legs had fallen out of me, I would have fallen on my back, had one of the policemen not caught me before I struck the concrete. All was rushing at me, my head was a little crazed, only a few minutes ago Vincent was hauling me to the door and promising to do some terrible things to me, and then bang the entire room was full of armed agents cuffing everyone, including Daniel. I watched the guys handcuff Daniel, hands behind his back, and he looked like he was dead-set defeated, which I had not seen in him. He had always been this sure-footed, sure guy even when it all went wrong. He was now merely gazing exhausted as they read to him his rights and dragged him out of that concrete room to whatever was to become of him at the station. One of the cops who caught me told me whether I needed a doctor but I could not even pay attention to him as my head was swirling with Vincent threatening me of what he woul

Mia's pov I did not know where to go and I simply drove around until I found a club which appeared to be busy even at that early time. Upon stopping, I got out, and the low-light and loud music was just right in case you need to cleanse your headaches. I ordered drinks at the bar after drinks till everything began to blur and the pain became a little lighter. One voice said to me, You okay? When I turned to face him, there was officer Rodriguez, who had driven me home when Daniel was arrested. He was younger and more relaxed since he was not in his uniform but in casual clothes. "Diego?" I replied, in jest, "attempting to recollect whether it is his real name. Yes, said he, and sat down on the stool beside me. Never supposed to see you here. I simply needed to get out of the house, I said, taking another drink. Everything is too much at the moment. I understand, I understand, I said, as I ordered another beer of the bartender. Everything on the news has been about the arrest of you

Mia's pov Not you with your nakedness in my bed, he said, gravelly. His fingers dipped over my folds, and I was wet again. He rubbed my clit with slow circles moving inside to lubricate his fingers and then rubbing them against my lips. I swallowed them to the last drop, and tasted my arousal with his previous load.Diego moved, trapping my top leg on his thigh to open me up. His cockhead was pushing at my entrance teasing then he forced his way in with a single stroke. I gulped, and the walls wrapped round his waist, rounder than ever in this position. He stuffed me to the brim, his balls squashing my ass as he bottomed.He began gradually, drawing out half way and pushing in again, so that I could feel every inch of him scraping my inside walls. His hand that was not tied was stroking my breast, and pinching the nipple to the extent that I moaned. I responded, keeping up with his beat, wet noises of my pussy taking his cock filling the room.Fuck, you are tight like this," he groa

DANIEL'S POV The most terrible thing about prison was not the bed of low quality or the food that was terrible or the constant noise that made sleeping a joke. It was the soul-destroying routine that kept on reoccurring day in day out with no possibility of that changing in the future. I rose at 5.30 each morning, when the guards banged on our cell doors to inform us it was time to have a breakfast, and I would jump off the narrow mattress which did not cushion my back against the metal frame beneath me as Eddie, my roommate, moaned on the bunk above me. Eddie had been doing 15 years in armed robbery and had been long enough here to know all the unwritten rules that had kept you alive in a place like this. During my first week, he informed me that there are three primary gangs that controlled various areas of the prison and smaller groups that threw their support to a group to gain protection. He did not twist that word until later--that Vincent Cole was connected with one of thos