All Chapters of Oops! I Mistakenly Kidnapped The Mafia Don’s Heir: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 50 Estelle ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ The door opened into darkness. Complete, absolute darkness that made my other senses immediately sharpen. I could smell sandalwood and leather. The air was cooler here, raising goosebumps on my already oversensitized skin. “Ten objects,” Kegan’s voice came from behind me, close enough that I felt his breath on my neck. “Spread throughout the room. You have five minutes to explore in the dark, touch whatever you find, and choose five. Choose wisely, little Bird. Because whatever you pick, I’m going to use on you for the next hour.” An hour. Sweet Jesus. “And remember,” he added, his hand sliding down my spine in a way that made me arch involuntarily, “you won’t know what most of these things do until I show you. So you’re essentially playing Russian roulette with your own pleasure.” “That’s insane.” “That’s the point.” He gave me a gentle push forward. “Timer starts now. I’d hurry if I were you. Because for every minute over five that you tak

Chapter 52 Kegan ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ By the time I returned to my penthouse, it had already been transformed into something resembling a war room. The dining table was covered in tablets, encrypted phones, and enough coffee to keep a small army wired for days. Nikolai had arrived first, because the bastard was pathologically punctual, and was already making himself at home, raiding my kitchen like he owned the place. “Cousin.” He pulled me into a brief hug that was more collision than affection, complete with the obligatory back-slapping that passed for sentiment in our family. “You look like hammered shit.” “Didn’t sleep much,” I admitted, heading straight for the coffee. His eyes narrowed with that predatory intelligence that made him so dangerous and yet noble. “Working or fucking?” “Why do you always assume those are mutually exclusive?” He barked out a laugh that made him look cheeky. “You haven’t made one of your silly unfunny jokes yet, so that can only mean one thing.

Chapter 54 Kegan ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ She looked exactly like what she was—a Mancini princess who’d just stepped out of a fashion magazine. Black cashmere, designer heels, hair perfect despite the early hour. Her eyes scanned the room, cataloging every detail, and when they landed on me, there was nothing but bright, cheerful warmth. Like the ball had never happened. Like our last conversation hadn’t ended with me walking out on her. Like she hadn’t shown up with Adrian and tested Estelle. “Brothers!” She beamed, moving to hug Marcel first because he was closest. “When were you going to tell me there was a family meeting? I had to hear about it from Sylvia.” “Because it’s business,” Dylan said, though he accepted her hug when she moved to him. “Not a social call.” “All our business is social,” Melissa countered, then turned to Nikolai. “How’s my favorite sister-in-law? Is she eating properly? Taking her vitamins? Not letting you stress her out?” “She’s perfect, as always.” Nikolai kiss

Chapter 56Estelle✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦“How did you know all that?” I eyed Danny. My mother’s mouth was still hanging open in surprise, her hand still against her chest in shock. “Is this true?” “What? No.” Danny opened his mouth, but I quickly shut him up with a glare. “He’s just making stuff up. Don’t mind him.” “Then why haven’t you been home?” Danny challenged. “Why are you living with him instead of here? Why are we only seeing you now that you’ve got money to hand out?”“The fuck do you mean ‘living with him?’ I’ve been with Vivian. We were together just now.” “Vivian?” My mother repeated. “Estelle Mercer. I didn’t raise a daughter who’d move in with a man who has not paid a penny for her hand, did I?”“You didn’t. I’ve only been busy trying to prepare for my new role, and Vivian is helping.” I said weakly.“Helping with what?” My mother asked. “This new job you mentioned, what is it?”“I’m working on a political campaign. For Carrie Ashford. She’s running for Parliament.”That, at l

Chapter 58Kegan✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦“What hospital?”“St. Thomas. Please hurry!”“I’m on my way. Twenty minutes. Don’t worry about the money, I’ll handle everything.”“Kegan—”“Everything, Vivian. I promise. Just stay with her.”I hung up and caught Dylan’s look in the rearview mirror. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t have to.Behind us, Melissa’s voice crackled through the radio. “Is everything okay?”“How the fuck should I know?” Marcel muttered.“Melissa, I need you to call ahead to St. Thomas,” I said. “Private room, best surgeon they have on staff, whatever she needs. Price is irrelevant.”“On it. Who’s the patient?”“Estelle. She’s with Vivian.”There was a pause. Then, carefully: “Your girlfriend?”“Yes.”Another pause. “Okay. I’ll make the calls.”Something in her tone made me look up, but she’d already disconnected.“Estelle?” Dylan asked quietly as Marcel skidded through traffic at speeds that were definitely illegal. “You’re rushing to a hospital for that girl?”Marcel looked confuse