บททั้งหมดของ The Butcher - A Mafia romance : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Chapter 8BastienTwo Years LaterParis was alive at all hours of the night, but she was the quietest at four in the morning, when even the night owls couldn’t keep their eyes open any longer. The line of SUVs pulled up outside the Louvre, close to the pyramid in the open square. Lights from the lampposts and the buildings were one of the reasons the city had been given its name, City of Light, and it was a name well earned.The SUV stopped at the curb, and I left the back seat. Snow had fallen the last few days, blanketing Paris in heavy powder. It dusted the statues and sculptures, piled up in the corners of the buildings, away from passersby.My men formed their perimeter around the perimeter that Godric had already made. Snipers on roofs, men with rifles stationed twenty, fifty, and a hundred feet out. If anyone saw the scene at the iconic establishment, they would assume they had set foot into a war zone.My boots crunched against the snow as I crossed the empty space to where Go

I listened to the water fall as I lay there for a while, the sunlight coming through the windows because the curtains were parted. The clouds passed, and the light flooded the bedroom for a few moments, bringing a warmth that nearly pulled me into the clouds of dreams.I joined him in the bathroom, a six-foot-something god standing in the shower rubbing a bar of soap all over his body. When the water streaked down the rivers between the muscles of his abs, chest, and arms, it shone, making his muscled mass more distinct. His ink glistened too, and I was reminded just how hot he was…like I’d somehow forgotten.His eyes moved to me through the glass as he continued to wash himself. “Come on.” He nodded for me to join him behind the glass, a shower with two showerheads.I undressed and left my clothes on the counter around the bathtub then joined him under the water. My eyes closed as I tilted my head back and let the warmth stream down my body.His soapy hands gripped my tits and massag

“Why?” he whispered.I thought the reason was obvious. “Because I’m in love with someone else.” They were words I couldn’t even admit to myself, and no way in hell could I ever say them to Bastien, not when he would swallow me whole. But I could say them to Adrien because…he needed to hear them. He needed this truth, no matter how painful, for closure.He clenched his eyes shut like that would somehow block out the sound of my words. His face was already pale when it was normally tanned, but now he looked on the verge of being sick. It reminded me of the way I’d looked when Cecilia told me about his infidelity, how I’d looked every day for a month when I lived in that small apartment and cried myself to sleep every night. This moment should taste like vindictive revenge, but it was so bland I couldn’t taste it. The last thing I wanted was to inflict that kind of pain on anyone, even him.It gave me no pleasure, none at all.He finally opened his eyes again. They were slightly wet from

He didn’t blink. Kept up the hard stare like he saw someone he recognized but didn’t want to see.I started to turn to look over my shoulder.“Don’t move.” His voice was quiet, and his words were quick.The relaxed ambiance between us suddenly disappeared when I detected the warning in the air. When I felt the hostility pour off him in waves. It seemed like my heart had stopped because I took his words so literally.He continued his hard stare, not blinking once.“Should I be worried⁠—”“Get down.”“What—”He didn’t ask me again. He got to his feet and flipped the table, our food falling to the floor and the plates shattering. He pushed me down to the floor and shoved the table up against the wall, putting me in a cage without a roof.I let out a little scream when I hit the floor because someone came at Bastien from behind, brandishing a long knife.Bastien executed a series of moves that happened so fast, throwing up his elbow to hit the assailant in the face before he grabbed the g

Chapter 10BastienI entered my mother’s house and was escorted to the drawing room. Like she was a queen and I was a peasant, I waited for her to join me.Nearly twenty minutes later, she graced me with her presence, fully done up like she expected a male suitor. Luminous pearls hung around her neck, and she wore a gray and black ensemble, like she was ready to go out rather than spend the evening at home.“I hope I’m not interrupting your plans for the evening.”“You’re never an interruption, dear.” She came to me, and I had to bend my knees so she could kiss me on each cheek. “Would you like to join me for dinner?”I was too busy to sit down for a meal. Had been too busy even to see my girl. “I need to speak with Godric.”Her eyes glazed over with disappointment. “I helped you once. I won’t do it again.”“It’s important⁠—”“It’s always important.”“I just need his number.”“Your brother is already not speaking to me. I know in time he’ll come around because I’m stuck between a rock