All Chapters of In Bed With The MC President: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

ReaperThe hiss of the ventilator had finally stopped.From the corner of the underground med-bay, I watched Doc quietly adjust an IV drip, but my eyes were locked entirely on the face of my Vice President.Justin’s eyelids fluttered. After thirty-two agonizing days, they finally cracked open.His dark eyes were unfocused, and heavily drugged, but the second they found me standing in the corner, he hurried to speak. "Reaper." he croaked. I crossed the room in two long strides, gripping the railing of his hospital bed. "I am here, Havoc. I am right here. Don't try to move."Justin swallowed hard. "Did you... did you find her?"The question felt like a sharp blade twisting directly into my gut.I looked down at my knuckles, still split and bruised from a month of fruitless, violent interrogations."No." I answered. "We tore the southside apart, Havoc. The Skulls are hiding in the walls. We have nothing."Justin closed his eyes and a tear of pure frustration leaked into his hairline. H

MilaWelcome home, mi perdición. Rest now. I will be with you for dinner.I stared at the paper until the elegant black cursive began to blur into meaningless shapes. My thumb traced the sharp edge of the wax seal.Mi perdición.I whispered the words aloud to the empty room. The syllables rolled off my tongue. I didn't speak Spanish. I knew a few basic conversational words from living in the city but not this. Mi meant my. That's all I knew.I needed to know what it meant. If I was going to sit across a dinner table from the phantom who had orchestrated my kidnapping, I needed to understand exactly how he viewed me.I carefully folded the note and slipped it into my pocket. My fingers brushed against the kitchen knife I had hidden there earlier. I pushed myself off the velvet sofa and walked back out into the grand hallway. "Hello?" I called out.A few doors down, near the sweeping staircase, the young maid in the spotless black-and-white uniform stepped out of a side room. She kept h

ReaperI spent the next twenty-four hours tearing the underworld apart looking for that fucking anchor.I took photos of the bloody silk pocket square and sent them to every single contact I had. I woke up the head of the Irish mob in Chicago. I dragged our best hackers out of bed and ordered them to scrub every dark web database, every corporate registry, and every Interpol watchlist for a serpent wrapping around a golden anchor.I even swallowed my pride and went to the Russian Bratva. I sat at a table with men who would normally put a bullet in my back, slid the photo across the wood, and offered a million dollars to anyone who could give me a name.Nothing.Every single screen came back blank. Every old-timer I threatened swore they had never seen it. The crest didn't exist in any police file, any cartel ledger, or any military database.Whoever was behind this, he operated so far above the streets that my entire criminal empire looked like a sandbox to him.By the time the sun s

MilaThe world stopped spinning as I stared at the man standing at the head of the long dining table.I stared at him until my eyes burned, waiting for the illusion to crack, waiting for the nightmare to be over and reveal the real monster hiding in this room.But the it didn't happen. And the man didn't disappear.It was Aaron.The billionaire CEO of the Empire Group. The quiet businessman who never raised his voice, never touched a weapon and spent his days in glass boardrooms while Ryan ruled the violent, bleeding streets of the southside.He looked perfectly fine. Even better. He didn't have a black eye. He didn't have bound wrists. There was no blood on his stark white collar.He didn't look like a hostage at all."I have been waiting for this dinner for a very, very long time, Mila." Aaron said. His voice lacked any trace of fear. It lacked any trace of surprise.My brain violently rejected what my eyes were seeing. He was there too, my mind screamed frantically. He was drove m

MilaAaron pushed the doors of the master suite open with his shoulder.He carried me across the carpet and walked directly toward the bed in the center of the dimly lit room.Then he lowered me onto the silk sheets so gently. As soon as he released his hold on me, the exhaustion broke just enough for my survival instincts to kick back in.I scrambled back until the headboard stopped me, pulling my knees tight to my chest, putting as much distance between us as the mattress would allow.Aaron remained standing at the end of the bed. He didn't try to reach for me again. He simply stood there.My chest was rising and falling in deep breaths. I looked at his hands that I had seen pour coffee, turn the pages of books, and rest casually on the dining table at home. They were the hands of a monster."I hate you." I said through my gritted teeth. My voice was hoarse by my own screams and tears. "I hate you with every single fiber of my being."Aaron’s dark eyes met mine. The absolute lack of