The Billionaire's Little Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Isabella’s POV“Isabella, come,” Antonio requested. “I want you to meet Evelyn, Giacomo’s wife.”“Hi, Isabella,” Evelyn said, smiling. “I’m so glad to have someone here who can speak English,” she giggled.“Nice to meet you, Evelyn,” I grinned. “I know, right? All this Italian, I swear, they speak it to hide things from us.”“Exactly!” Evelyn giggled.I sat down between Antonio and Evelyn.“So where did you meet Giacomo?” I asked Evelyn.“I was on vacation in Italy and he literally bumped into me at a club,” Evelyn advised.“So, love at first sight?” I questioned.“No, lust at first sight,” Evelyn replied. “I actually hated him. Part of me probably still does, but he hounded me constantly, and I finally gave in. What about you and Antonio?”“Betrothal,” I whispered. “I don’t want this marriage.” I glanced over at Antonio to make sure he hadn’t heard me. Luckily, Giacomo and he were deep in conversation.“Well, that totally sucks,” Evelyn stated. She lowered her voice. “Is there someon

Isabella’s POVI slept in Nonna’s room last night. I went to give her back her headband, and she asked me if I needed a cuddle. Of course, I did. I needed to know I was with someone safe. I told her all about what happened at the meeting.“That doesn’t surprise me,” Nonna stated. “Mafia men are either extremely protective of their wives, or they use them to further their connections.”“How do I stop the marriage?” I questioned.“Isabella, you need to attend every single meeting that Antonio has with Giacomo,” Nonna advised. “As soon as you’re finished, come see me, and we will compile all the information. I know they are going to slip up somewhere and confess a bunch of stuff they shouldn’t. Keep playing that you don’t know Italian.”“OK, Nonna,” I agreed. “I just hope what we can find will give us enough leverage.”“It will, Bella,” Nonna indicated. “But the big question is, can we prove it?”I snuggled into Nonna’s bed and tried to fall asleep. I had a feeling that I wouldn’t sleep

Zander’s POVIsabella left the stadium to attend her tutoring job after practice ended. I headed for the locker room.“So, guess what I scored?” Oliver asked.“What?” Malcolm questioned.“I have a date with Isabella on Wednesday,” Oliver boasted.“What the fuck?” Devo remarked. “Oliver ‘All Over’ Hanson has a date with sweet Isabella.”“Yep,” Oliver chuckled. “Maybe if I play my cards right, I’ll be all over Isabella.”Zander, keep your cool. I know you want to punch Oliver, but take a deep breath and calm down.“I wonder if she’s a virgin?” Malcolm asked.“I would bet my football career she is,” Oliver stated. “I can’t wait to take her V card.”“Don’t be disrespectful, Oliver,” I scoffed. “Isabella is a beautiful, sweet human being. If you break her heart, I’ll break your face.”“I second that,” Niles agreed.“I’ll do more than break your face,” Devo advised.“Whoa! Did I stumble upon the Isabella fan club?” Oliver chuckled.“I mean it, Oliver,” I reiterated. “Isabella is a family fr

Zander’s POVYes! I haven’t had a massage in a long time. I spread the blanket over the bed, stripped down naked, and lay down on my stomach. A couple of minutes later, Isabella came into the room. I smelled her before I heard or felt her. Her scent is so intoxicating to me. She climbed up onto the bed and straddled my legs. Fuck. I could feel the lace of her panties brushing against my thighs. This is going to be hard since my cock was currently trying to drill a hole in the mattress.“Are you ready, Z?” Isabella asked.“Yes,” I replied.Next thing I knew, Isabella’s warm, soft hands were rubbing my back in long strokes. Her hands worked like magic over my muscles, just the right amount of pressure and kneading. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the caress of her hands and fingers.“Mmmmm, Izzy, your hands are magic,” I moaned out. “I love the way you touch me.”“I love your muscles, Zander,” Isabella whispered. “I just want to touch every square inch of you.”“Well, I’m not going

Zander’s POVI have warned Isabella four or five times about Oliver and that I could be close by if she needed me. Isabella insisted that she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself and that I should have some faith in her. It was only having dinner with Oliver, and then she would return home to me, and we would spend the rest of the evening together. I reluctantly agreed. Both Devo and Niles, on the other hand, are not letting it drop. They had been grilling Oliver all practice about where he was taking Isabella to eat. Fortunately, Oliver has a big mouth, stating he wanted to keep it casual and just take her to the burger joint by the stadium since he doesn’t have a car. Niles and Devo planned to stake out the restaurant and follow them if they went anywhere else.I glanced over at Isabella on the bench, and she was typing away on her computer and not really concentrating on the practice. Oliver is watching her like a hawk and smiling. I’m over here wanting to punch that stu