All Chapters of The Banker: An Alpha Male Dark Mafia Romance: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

He leaned back on his elbows as his breathing escalated. “I’m so glad you fell in love with Cato Marino. Who knew it would be the greatest thing that ever happened to me?”“And the greatest thing that ever happened to me.” I subtly pulled the knife from my hair then while he breathed through the pleasure. Then I pressed the blade against his shaft and severed it from his body—like the cold-hearted bitch that I was. “That’s for Cato.” Blood squirted everywhere, and he let out a scream.I covered his mouth with my hand and pushed him against the cot, doing my best to stifle his screams. With an injury like that, he wouldn’t last long before he died. It was a horrific way to go, but after seeing Cato beaten so badly that he was hardly recognizable, I felt no remorse.I smashed his face into the cot while he got blood all over the bedding. His severed dick was somewhere on the floor, probably shriveled up and lifeless by now. I tuned out the sounds of his cries and used my strength to anc

“Stay awake.” Siena gently slapped my cheek.My eyes opened again, and I saw Bates flying the chopper. I had no idea how much time had passed. It seemed like hours, but it could only have been minutes. My eyes closed once more, and I felt myself drift away.“Come on, Cato.” Siena slapped me again. “Look at Martina.”I peered down into her face, seeing the little headset covering her ears. She stared at me with fascination, like this chopper ride was fun. I started to slump forward as the weakness overtook me.Giovanni grabbed me and pushed me back. “How much farther?”Bates spoke over the radio. “Almost there.”We landed on the roof of a hospital. Personnel came out with a gurney to wheel me away.All I could think about were Siena and Martina. “What about them?” I asked my brother over the radio.Bates shut down the helicopter and pulled off his headset. “Don’t worry about them. I’ll take care of them.” He grabbed my arm and helped me out of the chopper so I could get on the gurney.

Martina stopped crying.“I was so worried. I couldn’t sleep…I couldn’t eat.”“Well, when we get off the phone, you should do those things. You need to rest. You need to eat.”“Okay…”“Martina needs you to be strong for her.”“I know…”I listened to her quiet sniffles slowly fade away. “Bates said I’ll be here for a few days. After that, we’ll head home.”“You’re going to be okay?”“Just a few scratches and bruises.”“Cato.”I sighed into the phone. “I lost a lot of blood. Broke some ribs. Have fractures in my arms. I’m in bad shape, but it won’t kill me. It’ll be a while before I recover.”She sighed in relief. “Good…I’m glad you’ll be okay. I’ve been so worried.”“I know. The worst is over.”“Yes…” She sighed into the phone, her pain still audible.I wanted to tell her how I felt, to tell her that I loved her from the bottom of my heart. But I didn’t want to do it over the phone. That was why I wanted her to visit me, so I could have the opportunity to do this right. “Bates told me y

“Security said they left right away. There was a shootout, of course, but nothing to write home about. And you don’t need to worry about them hitting you there because they’re underground.”I looked forward to sleeping in my own bed, to being surrounded by the walls that kept us safe.“I’ll let you know if anything new pops up.” Bates left the seat and moved into the rear of the plane.Siena returned to the seat beside me. “Everything okay?”“Micah is underground. We’ll have to wait a while until he pops his head up.”“He can’t stay like that forever. Even if he does, he’s practically imprisoning himself.”“I agree. He’ll come out to play soon.”She rested Martina in the crook of her arm and crossed her legs. “Bates said he was wrong about me.”“It’s so obvious, he had to say it.”“He apologized and said I was a badass.”“Also obvious…”She rested her head against the back of the chair and looked at me. “It seemed like he meant it. So I forgave him.”“For shooting you in the head?” I

SienaSix weeks had come and gone, and Cato had improved significantly. He had the strength to move around again. He didn’t hit the gym or exert himself too much, but he was able to shower on his own and stand for long periods of time.Even though he felt better, I forced him to stay in bed.“Baby, I’m fine—”“Stay.” I placed the sheets over his lap.He rolled his eyes. “Come on—”“No. Just because you’re feeling better doesn’t mean you should run around. You could reinjure yourself and make it a million times worse. So you’re going to stay in bed until you’re completely healed.” I placed Martina in bed beside him with her favorite colored plastic keys to play with. “And you have your daughter for company.”“As much as I enjoy hanging out with her, I have other things to do.”“Yes,” I said in agreement. “Like get better.”He sighed under his breath.“I’m gonna go get you some lunch. Keep an eye on her.”“You’re just trying to make me feel useful.”“You are useful.” I leaned down and k