All Chapters of Make Me Moan, Daddy : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

REINAI kept thinking about what Tessa had said earlier, and I still didn’t want to believe there was even a small chance Paolo might be gay.He hadn’t touched me the way a husband should... God, I knew that. But that didn’t mean he was gay. Maybe he was just… Paolo. Cold. Reserved. The type who saw intimacy as a distraction.We’d gone on dates, charity dinners, even a few business auctions together. He’d never once flirted with anyone, man or woman. His attention was always fixed on deals, stock reports, or whatever message pinged on his phone.So, no. I refused to believe it.Tessa was being Tessa... dramatic, caring, and probably a little overprotective.“Shit, I don't know what to think anymore. This whole gay shit is stupid. Paolo can't be gay.” I muttered under my breath, biting my lower lip as I stared at the satin top in my hands.“Girl, see this.”Tessa popped up behind me, grinning so wide I could practically hear it. She held up a glittering black dress that looked about t

REINATessa had only been in my apartment for only twenty minutes and already turned it into a chaotic masterpiece—clothes on the couch, heels by the lamp, lipstick tubes rolling across the rug like confetti.And somehow, I didn’t mind.She sat cross-legged on the floor, face lit up by the glow of my ring light, smearing shimmer across her eyelids like she was performing open-heart surgery.“God, this lighting is criminal,” she muttered. “How do you even see yourself in here?”“I use the mirror like a normal person,” I said, leaning back on my hands.Tessa snorted. “Normal is boring. You should know that by now.”I laughed, watching her twist a curl behind her ear. The smell of her perfume mixed with my vanilla candle, a scent that dragged me straight back to our teenage bedrooms—music blasting, secrets spilling, mascara smudged from too much laughter.“Remember our first makeover night?” she asked, voice teasing.“How could I forget?” I said. “You nearly blinded yourself with glitter

TESSAWe finally pulled into the club’s parking lot, and I let out a long, shaky breath, slumping against the door. My hands were still trembling slightly from the adrenaline, from the panic that had gripped us just minutes ago. I glanced at Reina, who was sitting in the passenger seat, cheeks still flushed, eyes wide but a hint of relief could be seen in them. We are alive. Thank God we are alive.That was what her eyes were saying.I couldn’t believe how close we’d come to… I didn’t even want to think about it. My stomach twisted at the memory of the car tailing us, the way her voice had trembled over the phone, how we’d both made ridiculous promises in panic. And God, I almost told her. Almost. Almost told her everything I’d been feeling, everything I’d been hiding.I shook my head, trying to force the thought away. No, not now. Not ever, maybe.“Are you okay?” I asked, voice softer than I intended, and she turned to me with that faint, shaky smile.“I’m fine. Really. Thanks… for

DOMENICO This kind of job wasn’t something I usually handled myself. The last time I went out of my way to deal with a lowlife cop was exactly fifteen years ago. Paolo had pulled some reckless stunt that nearly got his head blown off, and I had to burn through half the damn city to clean up the mess. What made it worse was that his sister had somehow gotten caught up in it, too—and I’ll be damned if I was going to lose two of my children in one night. That incident changed Elisa completely. She was never the same after that. And though I never discovered the full truth about what went down that night, I still got my hands bloody for that foolish son of mine, just to keep both of his and his dumb sister's ass alive. And now, here I was again—dealing with another filthy cop. But this time, I wasn’t cleaning up after Paolo’s mess. I was doing the job he was supposed to do. I could’ve sent one of my men to handle it, but something about this one didn’t sit right. I’d ordered Paolo to

REINAThe moment I turned and saw him, the world stopped moving.The music didn’t just fade... it disappeared. The crowd around me blurred, a wave of faceless silhouettes, and the only thing that existed was him. Domenico Gravano. My father-in-law. My secret. My sin. My gravity.He was cutting through the crowd like a storm through fog. Every step slow, deliberate, lethal. The lights caught the hard lines of his face, and in the swirl of color and smoke, he looked like something out of a nightmare and a fantasy all at once. His eyes locked on me. His eyes were dark, burning, unreadable, and I felt my pulse trip over itself.And then I saw it.That murderous look. The same one he always had on whenever he felt the need to let the world know he doesn't joke about what is his.His hand was already inside his jacket, fingers curling toward the weapon I knew he always carried like a second skin.My breath froze in my throat.“Domen...” I started, but before I could say his name, Paul, t