บททั้งหมดของ Mafia Blood Ties: Between Brothers : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

CAMILA“Do you think you could make time for your old man?” My father asked after we discussed how he had contacted Camilo, but he shut him down. My father and half-brother, Logan, were in town for two days and wanted to see us. Every time he came to New York, he contacted us; he had done so for the previous seven years, but Camilo would not have it. He hated our father."I would have loved to," I said in response to his question. "But my friend just lost her father, and I can not leave her alone right now. I will try to see if we can meet tomorrow, but I cannot make any promises. Would tomorrow work for you?”“Yes, tomorrow is fine.”“I will see you tomorrow, then.”“Goodbye, sweetheart.”“Bye, Dad,” I said as Ava settled beside me."Raphael?" she asked, and I confirmed, explaining that he was in town and wanted to see me, but I could not leave Mera. “Please, don’t tell Camilo I answered Dad’s call.” I added, and she quickly nodded, "Of course."“I’m sorry for making you lie to him.

MERA"I'm sorry," he said, facing me and pushing back from the window. “I didn’t mean to be rude. "I'm not in my head right now," he explained, sitting on the bed and holding his face in his hands.“It’s okay,” I responded, walking back to him. “May I?” I asked, gesturing to the bed. He nodded, so I sat beside him. She told me what he did, so I understand why you are angry.""She went through hell after losing her baby. I had to sleep in her room because she would get up and run around the house in the middle of the night, screaming for her dead baby and claiming she could hear him crying. After that, she became a zombie. She would look at you but not say anything or show signs of being aware of her surroundings. He’s a sociopathic narcissist, and I’m not letting him back into her life again,” he said, his body starting to shake with rage again, almost making me change my mind about what I was about to say, but someone had to say it.“I get where you’re coming from, Camilo, I do, but—

MERA“Oh! Camilo!” I screamed his name as my body tensed, and an orgasm squeezed the air out of my lungs. He pressed his lips to mine, swallowing my cries before pulling back and kissing my forehead.My body calmed down, and he removed his hand from my panties, kissing me on the lips before standing up.He took off his jeans, grabbed his wallet from the table, and pulled out a condom as I stared at him in all his glory, memorizing every line and contour of his well defined muscles that had given him this rugged, athletic look. I didn’t even realize I stopped breathing until my muscles contracted.The man was a vision. He walked back to me, that smile that lit up my soul spreading across his face as his gaze met mine, and I smiled back shyly. Helping me out of my shorts, I swallowed hard as he settled back down between my legs and propped himself up on his elbows, keeping my gaze.He kissed my forehead and told me I was beautiful again as he connected our lips before slowly sliding him

BACK IN FRANCEEIGHT MONTHS EARLIERLogan looked up as Margot entered the VIP room of one of his clubs, his eyes narrowing in confusion. “What’s this? Where’s Alain?” Margot responded that she needed to talk to Logan.“Let me get this straight... it was you who called and wanted to meet?"“Yes,” she admitted. “Look, I’m sorry I tricked you, but I must speak with you.” Her eyes pleaded, and Logan's voice dropped.“You’re lucky you’re Alain’s mother... wasting my time." Then, through gritted teeth, he spat, “Now get the hell out of here.”“Log--”"Get out!" Margot flinched and almost ran toward the stairs before suddenly coming to a halt. Logan was her only viable option.She marched back toward him, and Logan watched her reenter with an annoyed expression before tapping the girl on his lap.She knew what that meant and scurried away, leaving the men, whose faces remained just as unreadable as Logan's, as they all watched Margot approach.“Do you have a death wish, Mrs. Sinclair?” “I

MERA “Ahh...” I accidentally poked myself in the eye with my eyeliner, causing a tear to fall down my cheek. I wiped it off and fixed my makeup, giving myself one last look in the mirror when I was done. Grabbing my bag, I headed to the kitchen to grab some breakfast before heading to work, and I found Camila inside. After exchanging good mornings, I fixed myself a plate and we both sat down, with me asking how she slept, to which she replied that she slept well. She redirected the question to me, and I was about to say that I had a good night's sleep, too, when she suddenly smiled. My lips moved to ask what was going on, but she spoke before I could say anything. “What’s this I hear about a boyfriend?” “Boyfriend?” “Ava said you are seeing someone and hiding him from us." I denied having a boyfriend, but I was surprised that Ava told Camila about it, even though I had gone to her later and spun her a story before telling her not to tell anyone. "It was a one-time hookup, and t