Lahat ng Kabanata ng Jersy Bad Boys: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 98

After spending an entire day doing my sisters’ and her asshole boyfriend’s laundry, cleaning the mess they made of the bathroom and common rooms, I finally leave them with a pot of homemade soup and all the over-the-counter medicine I could find.“Ready, Miss Vega? The boss is waiting for you,” Banks, one of my new plethora of bodyguards asks me as I gather my things.“Yeah, we can go,” I tell him.Resa and Dan were inside the bedroom, sick as dogs, so they only saw one of the guys come inside with me.“Oh my God, are you dating like a politician or a rap star or something?” Resa asked.Of course, I didn’t explain a thing to her.What could I say, really?My boyfriend, who I’m not really sure if he is actually my boyfriend because we don’t use labels even though I am living with him, is involved with one of the most powerful criminal organizations on the eastern seaboard?No biggie.I roll my eyes. But I didn’t have to explain. I gave her and Dan some electrolyte infused water

My name is Angel Fury. Emphasis on my surname.Yeah. It’s mine.Some people think we made it up, Nico and me. But we didn’t.Our family has a long history, and one of our great-aunts or something spent years tracing our roots back all the way to ancient Rome. She wrote a whole book about it, but it’s in Greek and I never got around to getting it translated.Yiayia, our paternal grandmother, was born in Athens. She came to the states like most people during World War II from Greece.Yiayia was quite the lady. She raised me after my parents died.Oh, she was tough and loving. When Nico’s mother died of an overdose, how she wept for her daughter-in-law.I am older than Nico, and maybe I remember things a little differently. Like the way she spoke Greek more often than not. It didn’t matter my mother was a mix of Italian, Irish, and Puerto Rican.I was just like a million other people in this neck of the woods. The son of immigrants. A mix of all the rich cultures and ethnicities i

Angel “I can’t believe that little brat,” Nico says, shaking his head.I am telling him and Luc both what went down in Boston. Relaying the little power flex, Margaret O’Doyle tried to pull.“Have you found anything on this John Chen character?” I ask Luc.My guys managed to snap a few pictures of him at the party. It’s not much, but it’s enough to run facial recognition software or to match it against any records that might pop up.“Nothing,” he says.“And you said he went to school with Margaret, but I’ve combed through all the registered attendees of her schools from preschool through college, including dropouts and transfers, and there is no John Chen anywhere.”“So, who is this guy? A fucking⁠—”I lock eyes with Nico right before we say it at the same time.“Ghost.”“Goddamn it, Angel! You had him right fucking there,” Nico snaps.“I had no way of knowing who he was, boss,” I reply through gritted teeth.“Fuck. I know!” Nico yells and slams his hands on top of the d

Angel The second my phone connected I was on the move. I caught only the first minute of my Koukla’s call and I became aware of two things, two definite things, immediately.Someone took what’s mine.And I’m going to kill him for it.“Mr. Fury, I have your pretty little wife. I will call you with a location when we can meet and talk. We have a lot to discuss.”This motherfucker.“Don’t you fucking touch her,” is all I manage to say before all I hear is wind followed by the sound of glass breaking.Fuck!Fury like I’ve never known fills me and I am already taking off, running down the hall as I call all my available men to me.“We gotta go!”I slam open Nico’s door. He’s in a meeting with a dangerous-looking man in an expensive suit.I shouldn’t be interrupting him, but I have no choice. My cousin doesn’t question me. He just stands and grabs his guns from the cabinet next to his desk.Luc is in there with him, and he does the same.“Sorry, we have to finish this ano