All Chapters of The Butcher - A Mafia romance : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

“Which part?”“That there’s nothing to be scared of.”“I’m the one they want, not you.”“And I’m not the best way to get to you…?”“That’s not how men like me do business. We leave wives and kids out of it. It’s the code.”“Yes, that’s your code. But that doesn’t mean it’s their code.”“Sweetheart, it’s a universal understanding. No one is gonna do business with a wife-killer or a kid-killer. Because if you cross that line, then you aren’t a respectable man. And regardless of the industry, you need to be respectable for anyone to work with you. Because everyone on this planet has someone they care about.”Her eyes stayed on me for a while, and then slowly, her shoulders dropped and she shifted her weight in the seat to get more comfortable, like she’d been on pins and needles just a second ago. “I really enjoyed staying with you. Thank you for letting me do that.”I wanted to ask her to stay, and if I knew she’d say yes, I would. “You’re welcome anytime.”A little smile moved on to he

“No,” I whispered. “I was just lying in the dark…thinking about you.”“Wish I could have seen that.” A slight smirk tugged at his lips, like he wanted to walk in and see my fingers between my legs.I felt a heat flush my cheeks. “Not like that. I was thinking about how much I missed you, even though I just saw you the other day.” I lightly touched his chest with my fingertips, following the line down the center of his chest.His smile slowly faded. “I always miss you—even when I’m with you.”My eyes flicked back up to his, fear and joy exploding inside my heart. Our car didn’t have brakes, and it seemed to have unlimited acceleration. Every time we reached a new top speed, we were stuck there. I looked at his chest again and continued my scribbles on his skin. “Me too.”He didn’t seem like the kind of man to say anything romantic, so when he did, it hit differently. It was authentic and real and straight from his heart. “Live with me.” He hadn’t blinked in nearly a minute, and the int

“I said I would quit!” Adrien yelled. “I’ll retire. I’ll give you all the money I’ve earned⁠—”“That offer has expired, Adrien.”“Fuck you,” he snapped.“Fuck me?” the man asked. “Take her to the car, boys. And don’t forget the shovels.”Oh shit. My body was still paralyzed. As hard as I tried to move my hands and legs, nothing happened. I could hardly blink. But I was able to move my lips, and I said the one thing that might save my life. “Bastien…”Adrien heard me because he immediately looked at me.The guys lifted me from the floor. I was scooped into someone’s arms.I couldn’t fight the hold, even when my heart raced in fear. I was carried to the car that was on the property and laid across the back seat. One of the guys pulled out another needle to inject into my skin to keep me asleep.With my last burst of energy, I said the only thing that might spare my life. “Bastien…”Chapter 15BastienI walked down the line and examined the containers of drugs, properly sealed so they co

“This is between Adrien and me⁠—”“She’s my woman, not his.” I struck him in the face with the gun and made blood splatter from his broken nose. “Now tell me where the fuck she is.”He stumbled back from the force of the blow then wiped the blood from his face directly onto his arm. “I didn’t know⁠—”I grabbed him by the front of the shirt and slammed him so hard into the wall he lost his breath. “Tell me where the fuck she is.”He dropped to the floor, and he heaved with coughs. “I wouldn’t have taken her if I’d known⁠—”I put the barrel of the gun right against the side of his head. “Tell me!”He reached for his phone in his pocket, lying on the floor as he typed. He remained in that position, like he was too beaten to do anything else except just lie there. “I sent her location. East of Paris.”“Tell your men to dig her up.”“They’ve already returned to Paris.”“Fuck!” I left him there and ran out of the house, Adrien following me.Chapter 18FleurI was nearly submerged.The water

BLURBI drowned to death. I held my breath as long as I could, but then my lungs sucked in water hoping it was air, and it was a painful and brutal ending, an internal drowning, my heart beating so hard desperate for oxygen...until it just stopped. I could never forget it...even if I wanted to.Bastien assumes our relationship is over. That I'll run for the hills and wash my hands clean of the most dangerous man in Paris. But I'm not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever. I ran before, but not anymore. I can tell it means the world to him.But the dangers haven't passed. The Aristocrats want blood for their leader's execution. Bastien and his brother are still sworn enemies, and the gangs are beginning to riot against the Fifth Republic. It's the most dangerous time to be a French Emperor.Bastien tells me all this...but I still won't leave.I believe Bastien will keep me safe from all the monsters that lurk under the streets of Paris...until he doesn't. Until I'm captured by his enemies