Semua Bab my mafia brother-in-law, stole my heart: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Andy called Thiago. "Listen, I'm sending you footage. Take care of my sister, something's really fucked up." Then he hung up.Thiago watched the video and swore under his breath before storming into the bedroom."Amelia," he snapped, "you shot him?"She stared back with dead eyes. "Yeah? And?"He barked out a laugh, sharp, disbelieving. "Why?""Because he did this!" she screamed back. "He killed my baby!""What the hell are you talking about?"She clenched her fists…"He was watching through those damn cameras while that bastard kicked me! He made sure I was right in frame so he could see every second!""How do you even know that?" Thiago demanded."Mateo’s wanted me dead since we were in America! Liam told him he'd take me as his wife, to save me, and then you showed up..."His voice dropped low, dangerous now…"You lied to me, Amelia.""I didn’t lie." I …"You fell for Liam, didn’t you?" he said, his voice low."Maybe, but…""Do you love him, Amelia?""How can you even ask that? You k

Amelia felt the weight of his arm draped over her and pressed a soft kiss to his skin. He tugged her closer, and she shifted to face him. Thiago’s eyes were closed as she kissed his lips. “Open your eyes,” she whispered. He did, and she smiled. “Why’d you wake up so early?” she asked, her voice teasing. “Hmm,” he murmured, pulling her on top of him, his hands roaming her body. “I can’t think when…” Her lips brushed his lightly at first, then grew hungrier. He flipped her onto her back, his mouth moving over her skin until she was breathless. Everything blurred into a tangle of limbs and heat. He silenced her moans with a kiss, muffling the sound.Later, they carried on in the shower, and though she felt relaxed, the unease of the house lingered. She stepped outside to clear her head. Selena approached from behind. “Hey, Selena,” Amelia said, turning around. Selena’s hand struck her cheek hard. Amelia’s eyes flashed with anger. Selena shoved a phone in her face, a picture glaring on th

Amelia stared at the leader. “Well? Can you talk?”“Yeah, I can talk,” she snapped, her voice trembling. “I just don’t remember who the hell I am.” She wiped at her eyes, frustrated. “I got away from the guys who kept drugging me. That’s all I know.”He signaled, and the men released her arms. “Your name? Do you remember that much?”“Amelia, maybe. I don’t know,” she said, swiping at her tears with more force than necessary.“Alright. You’re staying until morning. Go clean up, change, get some sleep. You hungry?”She shook her head sharply.“Fine,” he barked out orders in Spanish, and a woman appeared. He told her to give Amelia clothes and a room.“Stop calling me ‘girl,’” Amelia shot back in Spanish, glaring at him.He raised an eyebrow. “Proper Spanish, huh? Educated girl. Go on, I’ll see you in the morning. Name’s Andres.”She glanced at him. He looked about thirty, clean-cut with a hint of stubble. “Thanks,” she muttered.Andres pushed the door open quietly. She was out cold. He

They galloped along the shore, the wind whipping through their hair. Bear was hers, no one else had the guts to even try. The stolen glances, the brush of fingers, it was all pulling them further into the messy, unpredictable chaos they called love.Then she got sick one day, and Andres lost it, pacing and yelling like the world was ending. The doctor just shrugged and said it was a cold.“Okay, thanks,” he muttered, embarrassed but still hovering. He was ridiculous when it came to her, overprotective to the point of absurdity. Everyone knew better than to cross him when it came to her.“Andres, chill out. I’m fine, seriously,”But he stayed glued to her side until she was back on her feet.Amelia woke up shouting in the middle of the night. Andres stood there in his pajama pants, bare chested, gun aimed at some guy."Do as I say, or you’re done," he growled. "You really think you can waltz in here and threaten me?"The guy held up his hands. "Alright, fine, Andres. But your competiti

Amelia sprinted along the shore, the waves crashing against her legs, her voice breaking as she screamed into the wind. The ache in her chest was unbearable; she was torn between two lovers. She didn’t hear him approach.His arms wrapped around her from behind, and she instantly melted into his touch. “Andres,” she murmured softly.“I’m leaving,” he said, his voice steady but heavy. “I’m making this choice for you, Amelia. I love you more than anything, but he’s your husband. I knew I had to let you go. Forgive me.” She spun around, clutching him tightly, her tears mixing with the salt air.Andres felt like his world was collapsing, piece by piece. She gazed up at him, and he kissed her, her eyes fluttering shut.“Come on,” he said, pulling back reluctantly. “I’ve got a meeting with Thiago. I’ll drive you back. My dad’s here too.”They walked hand in hand toward the mansion, her tears streaming down her face. Her father watched, shaking his head. “This isn’t going to end well,” he mut