All Chapters of Oops! I Mistakenly Kidnapped The Mafia Don’s Heir: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Chapter 128Estelle✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦A car was waiting outside. Not just any car—a sleek black Mercedes with tinted windows and a driver who nodded at Kegan with a deference that suggested he knew exactly who he was working for.“Boss,” the driver said, opening the back door. “Everything is ready as you requested.”“Perfect. Thank you, Lorenzo.”We slid into the back seat, and Lorenzo closed the door behind us, sealing us in soft leather and tinted privacy.“Lorenzo?” I asked as the car pulled away from the resort.“One of Marcel’s guys,” Kegan explained. “He’s stationed here. I needed someone reliable since Marco is busy.”“For what, exactly?”“You’ll see.”I gave up asking and instead settled against him, watching the Italian countryside roll past the windows. We drove for maybe twenty minutes, winding through narrow streets and then onto a coastal road that hugged the cliffs. Finally, we pulled up to a building that looked completely out of place in this sleepy part of Sicily.It was ma

Chapter 130Estelle✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦The first thing I registered was silence.The deep, cotton-wool silence that only existed when you’d slept so thoroughly your body had basically checked out of consciousness and gone somewhere far more pleasant. The second thing I registered was the smell of roses and candle wax and something distinctly warm and masculine that belonged entirely to Kegan.The third thing was the phone.Screaming at full volume from somewhere near my head.I groaned, reaching blindly across the bed, patting the sheets until my fingers closed around the device. I dragged it toward my face without opening my eyes, squinting at the brightness of the screen.12:52 PM.Twelve. Fifty. Two.I sat up so fast I nearly gave myself whiplash.Twelve fifty-two?Back at home, I never slept past eight. Ever. Not even on weekends, not even after the most exhausting weeks of my life. And yet somehow Sicily, Kegan, an impromptu nightclub adventure, a private pool, rose petals, champagne, a

Chapter 132Estelle✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦The flight back to London was, objectively speaking, too short for everything I needed to work through in my head and too long for the anxiety steadily building in my chest.Vivian had the window seat. Millie was across the aisle, already asleep within twenty minutes of takeoff with the enviable ease of someone whose conscience was entirely clear. Dallas had commandeered the seat behind me and was working through emails with quiet efficiency, occasionally passing forward snacks without being asked, which was her primary love language.“Stop staring at your ring,” Vivian said, without looking up from her book.“I’m not staring at my ring.”“You’ve looked at it eleven times since we took off. I counted.”“I’m just thinking while my eyes are fixed there.”“About what?” She turned a page. “You have a hot, rich husband-to-be and we’re flying home on a private jet.” She raised a toast, “I hope you’re thinking about the sun rising and setting on your asshole.”

Chapter 134 Kegan ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ “He has her.” That was all Luca said when he called. I was mid-sentence, mid-drink, mid-laugh at something Marcel had said about a man we both knew who’d recently made a spectacularly ill-advised business decision involving a Montenegrin arms dealer and what could only be described as catastrophic overconfidence. The laugh died. I set the glass down. Russel, across the table, stopped talking. “Say that again,” I said into the phone. “The car diverted four minutes after pickup. Current tracking puts it heading east toward the docklands. I have eyes on it.” Luca’s voice was its usual flat, precise instrument. “She called you two minutes ago. Phone rang twice before it went dead. Signal’s still active but she’s not moving it.” “She’s unconscious.” “Most likely.” “Location of the car right now.” “Sending it to you. Gio is already mobile — he was three cars behind when it diverted. I flagged it the moment the route deviated.” “Good.

Chapter 136 Estelle ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ Reid spun toward the door, his hands falling away from my throat. But it wasn’t Kegan. It was the driver. And another man I didn’t recognize. He was older, gray-haired and wearing an expensive suit that looked absurdly out of place in this concrete hellhole. Reid straightened immediately, smoothing down his shirt like he’d been caught doing something very embarrassingly worse than attempting to strangle me. “Father,” he said. Father. My blood froze all over again. The older man— Reid’s father—stepped into the room with unhurried confidence. His eyes swept over me, clinical and detached, before settling on his son. “You’re making a mess,” he said. His voice was cultured and precise, every word clipped with disapproval. “I told you to wait. I told you to keep your hands off her until we’d extracted what we needed. And what do I find? You, half-undressed, strangling the girl like some common thug.” Reid’s jaw tightened. “She was—” “I don’t care