All Chapters of Dumped Yesterday, Owned by My ex's Mafia Uncle Today: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

[Jake's POV]"Oh! Her?" I let out a shaky, nervous laugh, relief washing over me. "Elena Campbell? She's not my girlfriend. She's just... she's just a toy. You know how it is. She did my homework for me. She's pathetic, really. Needy. Poor. I dumped her weeks ago!"I leaned forward, trying to sound conspiratorial. "You interested in that little prude? Virgin-level boring? I can hook you up with her, man. I can give you her number, her address, whatever you want. Just let me go."I thought offering her up would make him happy.Honestly, I didn't know why a mafia boss would be interested in a plain coffee shop waitress like Elena. Her hair wasn't even as blonde as that bitch Caroline's. She was nothing special. But whatever. Who cared? As long as I got out of here alive.But I was dead wrong.The moment the words "toy" and "pathetic" left my mouth, something in Ryan's eyes snapped. It shifted from professional anger to a murderous, deeply personal rage.He pulled a gun from his waistban

[Elena's POV]"Going somewhere, Elena?"Noah's voice was soft, deceptively calm, but the hand that clamped around my wrist was iron.I flinched, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I could feel the waves of low pressure radiating off him—a cold, suffocating aura that made the air around us feel thin."Noah, I..." My voice failed me.I looked up into his eyes. They weren't just angry. They were icy, devoid of the warmth I had glimpsed earlier on the phone.He looked at me like I was a puzzle he was tired of trying to solve and was ready to just break instead."I told you I was coming," he hissed, leaning in close, his breath brushing my ear. "I told you to stay put. And yet, here you are, waving at a taxi like a fugitive."He glanced down at my other hand, which was instinctively pressing against my jeans pocket where Adrian's letter burned like a brand.The vulture seal. The coordinates. 17:00.I swallowed hard. I couldn't let him know. If Noah found out Adrian was

Note: This chapter contains erotic content.[Elena's POV]The Maybach’s leather seat was cool, but the man beneath me was a furnace.My ass was settled firmly on Noah’s hard thighs, my back pressed against his chest. His arm banded around my waist like a steel bar, grounding me, trapping me."Stop squirming," he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. His voice was low, vibrating directly against my spine. "Unless you want Caleb to think I’m interrogating a prisoner back here.""You kind of are," I whispered back, half-laughing despite the terrifying situation. "Is this standard procedure for defaulting debtors? Do I get a lawyer? Or is this just how billionaires commute?""Lawyers are expensive, piccola," he drawled, his free hand sliding up my thigh, thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles on the denim. "And considering you had to steal five hundred dollars from my safehouse... I doubt you can afford one."I huffed, trying to ignore the heat pooling in my belly. "I'll repay

[Elena's POV]"Do you know that man?"Noah's whisper was a blade against my neck.His fingers tightened, not enough to bruise, but enough to remind me that my pulse was currently beating against his palm.I stared at the "old man" in the combat boots. My brother. Adrian.Panic clawed at my throat. If I said yes, Noah would investigate him. If I said no, Noah's paranoia would fill in the blanks.CRASH!The sound of shattering ceramic and metal exploded from the gallery entrance, echoing like a gunshot through the vaulted hall."OW! My ankle! Oh my god, I think it's broken!"A shrill, familiar voice pierced the silence.Noah's head snapped toward the noise instinctively. His grip on my neck loosened for a fraction of a second or a reflex.I didn't think. I moved."Nicole!" I gasped, twisting out of his hold.I pretended to bolt toward the commotion, but the moment I cleared Noah's immediate reach, I veered sharp left, ducking behind a massive freestanding partition wall where the "old m

[Elena's POV]Noah turned to Caleb, his eyes black pits of murder. "Get him to the infirmary. And then... find those fucking Vultures. Find every single one of them."I swayed. The world tilted on its axis. The shock, the cold water, the terror of the chandelier, the sight of Jake... it was too much.A wave of heat washed over me, but I was freezing. My vision blurred into gray static."Noah..." I whispered.I felt my knees give way.The last thing I felt before the darkness took me was Noah's arms catching me.[Noah's POV]She was burning up.I could feel the heat radiating off her body even before I laid her onto the massive bed in the master suite.Her skin was flushed a deep, unnatural crimson, and her breathing was shallow and ragged."Daniel!" I barked without looking back. "Where is the doctor?""Dr. Sabrina is on her way up, sir," the butler replied, his voice tight. Even he could sense the violence radiating off me.I stripped off my ruined jacket, tossing it onto the floor.