All Chapters of my mafia brother-in-law, stole my heart: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Amelia strolled to the bakery; those pastries forever etched in her memory. She grabbed a full box and headed back when a black van screeched in front of her. Two burly dudes yanked her inside, and they sped off. She fought like hell, but a sharp crack to her skull knocked her out cold.Thiago rolled out of bed, naked and groggy, squinting at the morning light. Last night was a blur of booze and bad ass sex, his favorite kind of chaos. “Amelia, mi amor? Where’d you run off to?” Spotting her note, he mumbled, “Running to the bakery, be back soon, make the coffee.” He shuffled to the bedroom, threw on some pants, and stumbled back to the kitchen. The coffee machine gurgled as his phone buzzed.“What’s this troublemaker up to now?” He glanced at the screen, and the coffee cup slipped from his hand, shattering on the floor. The phone rang. He answered.“Hello, Thiago. Got your sweet wife here. Ready to chat?”“Who the hell is this?”“Oh, come on. Think hard. A knife in the back, left for

Thiago was losing it. The thought of Cesar touching her, no fucking way. “He wouldn’t dare,” he mumbled more to himself than anyone else. The doorbell cut through his spiraling thoughts. It was the lawyer.“Give me the damn papers,” Thiago snapped, barely letting the guy step inside.Andy shot gave him a look. Jack was pacing like a caged animal, and Oliver had already stormed out. Thiago skimmed the papers, scribbled his signature, and tossed them back.“Alright,” the lawyer said, matter of fact. “By tomorrow, it’s official. You’re divorced.”The doorbell rang again. Andy opened it, and Lucas and Bella walked in, talking over each other like a chaotic duet.“Alright, sit,” Andy said, holding up a hand. “I’ll explain.”Oliver stormed home, pissed off, starving, and with the urge to deck someone. He shoved the door open, and the smell hit him, pancakes? He headed straight for the kitchen. Olivia was twirling around, probably lost in her headphones, scrubbing dishes like she was in a mu

Amelia darted across the plaza, scattering pigeons in every direction. Cesar snapped photo after photo, then plopped down to toss breadcrumbs at the birds."Come on, let’s get you some clothes, we’re hitting a party tonight," Cesar said.They stepped into a massive store packed with everything a woman could want dresses, makeup, heels, purses, even lace underwear. A salesperson approached, measured Amelia, then turned to Cesar."How can I help you?""Do I look like a woman to you?" Cesar shot back. "Try again."The salesperson turned to Amelia, her tone dripping with disdain. "How can I help you?""You can’t," Amelia fired back. "But maybe you can help yourself by wiping that scowl off your face."She headed toward a guy folding shirts, who greeted her with a warm smile."Can I help you with something?" he asked, upbeat."Yeah, I need a dress and some… other things," Amelia said. "Something for a party. Oh, and undergarments too."She slipped into the changing room, pulled the curtain

Cesar yanked her behind him. The crowd erupted into chaos as armed men blocked every exit. He spun to face Amelia. “Listen, head for the catering area, there’s gotta be a way out. Change clothes if you can. Go, now!” He gave her a shove. Amelia kicked off her shoes and slipped through the door. Spotting the armed men approaching, she darted into a side room. A rack of uniforms stood there. She changed in record time. Weapons, she thought. The kitchen, gotta find knives.The armed men were rounding people up, ten at a time, scanning the crowd.Alexis stepped forward. “Who sent you?” he demanded, only to have a gun shoved in his face. “Back off.”Cesar’s gut told him it was Thiago. He counted at least fifteen men, plus whoever was outside. Then the lights cut out. Amelia. Emergency lights flickered on, and the room descended into screams and panic. That’s when he spotted her, two knives in hand, moving like a shadow. She took down two guards, snatched their guns, and tossed one to Cesar

Lucas leaned back in his chair at the conference table, Bella beside him, while Michael, Thiago, Andres, the Montenegro brothers, and Cesar filled the room. Oliver gave a nod. “Go ahead, Lucas. I’m just here to keep things civil. You, Max, and Andy call the shots now.” Lucas was about to speak when a man flanked by four guards strode in, all charm and confidence.“Lucas Jackson,” the man said, grinning. “Here to hear your pitch. So, this is the son who’s after my daughter?” He glanced at Oliver.“Jared Korvat, welcome,” Lucas stood, shaking his hand. “Yeah, that’s Oliver, one of my sons running this empire.”Jared eyed him for a moment before taking a seat, then pointed at Thiago.Lucas cut in. “That’s why we’re here, to settle this. Let’s hear what they’ve got first; they’ve come up with a plan.”“Alright,” Oliver began. “We’ve got a newcomer, Cesar Benavidez, with some solid routes. He’s willing to rent them to us, and we’ll coordinate. His setup could bring in serious profit.” He l