Mafia Blood Ties: Between Brothers のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

THIRD PERSON POV“What’s going on?” Francois asked again, moving closer, and Margot gulped, fear on her face. "It's this entire situation, honey. I know we are supposed to stay strong for her, but with every lead that turns into nothing…it just gets harder," she stammered in a single breath, numbly, but was instantly relieved when Francois's eyes softened."I know," he said, stepping closer and hugging her."We are going to find her," he reassured, but his tone betrayed him; it was filled with gut-wrenching fear, and just then, a message buzzed on Margot's phone, causing them to separate.Francois looked at her expectantly, but her fingers acted on their own, sending the screen to sleep in panic.“What is it?” he asked, concerned by her reaction. Laurent had sent her the message, so she could not show it to Francois. But what could she say to him to make him back down? Her mind was still racing when Logan hurried back in and diverted their focus, saving her. Margot's relief, however, wa

MERA (VERA)“It's okay, Vera; you're okay. You're safe now. It was just a nightmare. You're okay,” I whispered as I scooted up on the bed to lean on the headboard. My entire body was covered in sweat, and I was still trembling. My ears were still ringing with my baby's cries as my father ripped him from my arms and handed him over to the orphanage staff.I looked down at him before slowly leaning in for a gentle kiss on his forehead. As I looked at how angelic he looked, a smile broke through the tears on my face. Before him, I had no idea it was possible to love someone so much. If this was how parents felt about their children, how could my father have even considered taking him away from me? Would he have allowed someone to take me away from him? All because he disapproved of the father? How was I supposed to continue after that? My father knew who my baby's father was. My stepfather was the only one who did not know. My father thought it was best that I stick to the story that I d

MERA“It's okay, Miss, really, you don’t have to do any of that,” Liz said as I helped her set the table for breakfast. "Call me Mera, and I want to," I said with a reassuring smile, to which she nodded and smiled back.It was day two in New York, and I had decided to wake up and make myself useful. It didn’t feel right to lie in bed and wait for someone to serve me. I had never liked being waited on, even when I had the option. I had always enjoyed assisting our butler, and I sometimes wondered if that inspired my stepmother to turn me into the help."Good morning," I heard Liz cheerfully greet someone, and I turned to see Camilo walking into the kitchen, but my breath caught in my throat as my gaze shamefully trailed down to his midsection, heat creeping up my cheeks. His toned, tattoo-covered chest was on full display, and his joggers exposed his V-line as they hung dangerously low. I knew I shouldn't have looked. But for some reason, I could not look away. After a serious mental a

IN FRANCELAURENTStirring, I reached for my phone to check the time, taking care not to wake Lorna. It was 4:30 a.m., and I needed to get up and begin my exhausting day. Gently kissing her on the head, I carefully shifted her onto the bed.I got up and went for a quick shower, but she was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard when I came out. "Hey, what are you doing? Go back to sleep," I said, leaning in for a quick kiss on her lips."Would you like me to make you some breakfast?" she asked, ignoring that I had just asked her to go back to sleep. “No, baby, it’s too early. I’ll grab something at work a bit later. But thank you for the offer," I said, and she nodded, her lips pursed.I wished I could stay and have breakfast with her; she must have been incredibly lonely, given that she had no family in France and only knew me. But I couldn’t. I was selfish and should not have asked her to move down here. I should have let her stay in Johannesburg with her sister until I r

CAMILOClosing my bedroom door, I took a deep breath, leaning against it. I knew I was hurting Camila's feelings by being so difficult, but Mera had to leave. I walked to my bed and plopped down, determined to get the thoughts out of my head, but a knock on the door creaked open before I could respond."You seriously need to grow out of this shit," I said, looking at Camila as she entered my room. She had done this since we were children. When we had an argument and she was not satisfied, she would follow me to my room to continue the argument.“I’m not here to argue with you,” she said, raising her hands in surrender.“That's the first.”“What's going on, brother? I know you know she posed no harm to us. Why do you want her gone so badly? It is not like this place is small, and she is in your way or something," she said, sitting next to me. I reminded her that Mera was a stranger, and we could not just take strangers in permanently. "I prefer my privacy," I replied, but Camila's next