Semua Bab Oops! I Mistakenly Kidnapped The Mafia Don’s Heir: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Chapter 70 Kegan ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ Gold Golf was a forty-minute drive from central London, longer with traffic. I needed to get there, do a sweep, and get back before Estelle left her office. I got there in thirty minutes. I parked near the old maintenance building that served as the entrance to the storage levels. The security system showed green across the board—no breaches, no unauthorized access. But something felt wrong. I’d learned a long time ago to trust that instinct. Mine usually whispered danger before the evidence appeared. It has kept me alive through a dozen situations where I should’ve died. I entered through the service door, my hand on the weapon I rarely used but never left home without. The stairwell down to the bunkers was dark, lit only by emergency strips that cast everything in sickly green. Halfway down, I heard voices. Multiple voices. Coming from the storage level. I paused, listening. Five, maybe six men. Moving stuff. Discussing in low tones that didn’t

Chapter 72Kegan✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦I took photos of the entire conversation, my jaw clenching tighter with each screenshot. Then I clicked through to other chats, there I found more evidence of planning and surveillance. I moved to his closet, looking for anything else that might be useful. What I found made me actually laugh, a sound that was more disbelief than humor, echoing in the too-quiet apartment.Photographs. Hundreds of them. But not of Carrie this time.These were trophies. Different women, different locations, all clearly taken without their knowledge or consent. Some were relatively innocent, ranging from women at coffee shops, in parks, going about their daily lives, completely unaware they were being documented. Others were far more invasive, shots through windows, in changing rooms, intimate moments captured and preserved like specimens in a collection.This idiot wasn’t just obsessed with Carrie. He was obsessed with documenting, creeping, stalking, and keeping souvenirs.

Chapter 74 Estelle ✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦ I’d barely slept the previous night, but when I opened my eyes, it was Wednesday morning. I stared at the dress hanging in my closet like a ghost waiting to be worn. The dress I was supposed to wear tonight. To Gold Golf. At midnight. Except I had no intention of going. Kegan had made that abundantly clear last night between kisses. “You’re not going anywhere near that place. I’ll handle it.” But the text message was still there on my phone when I woke up, a reminder that someone expected me: *Wear the green dress tonight.* I deleted it for the third time, as if that would make the sender disappear. “Good morning sunshine," Kegan greeted from the doorway, already dressed in one of those perfectly tailored suits that made him look like he owned the world. “I think you should sleep some more.” “I just woke up and I have work.” I pulled on the conservative navy dress I’d chosen for today’s office marathon—last-minute summit prep that would probabl

Chapter 76Kegan✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦To the ordinary eye, this place was just an abandoned dream slowly being reclaimed by nature.To anyone passing by, it was just another failed business venture, unremarkable and forgettable.Which was exactly why it was perfect for storing millions in product.I’d arrived two hours early, positioned my car six blocks away, and approached on foot through the service entrance that only five people knew existed. The security system showed green across all channels. No breaches, no unauthorized access since I’d been here earlier disposing of bodies.I moved through the underground bunkers with practiced silence, checking each storage room, each corridor, looking for anything out of place. The product was exactly where it should be, undisturbed since Marco’s team had cleaned and reorganized everything.But in the main storage room—the one where I’d killed three men just hours ago—someone had left a gift.A single emerald dress, hanging from a support beam like

Chapter 78Estelle✦༺⚜︎☠︎⚜︎༻✦James read it over my shoulder. “Interesting. So you are working for someone. Someone who wanted information from Carrie’s house.” He looked at his sister. “What did she find?”“Nothing,” Carrie said quickly. “She didn’t have time—”“Don’t lie to me!” His composure finally cracked. “What was she looking for? What files? What evidence?”Another text: *If you don’t respond in 60 seconds, your friend dies. And then you die. And then everyone in that house dies.*My hands were shaking so hard I could barely type. *I have the photos. Who are you?*The response was immediate: *Someone who wants something only you can help me get. Did you send the files to anyone?*“What are you typing?” James demanded, reaching for my phone.I jerked away. “Don’t touch me.”He raised the gun then. Not pointing at me—at Carrie. “Give me the phone. Now.”“James—” Carrie’s voice was steady despite the weapon aimed at her. “Don’t do this. You know we can always talk about things.