บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia Boss Is After My Life: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Ethan moved his finger slowly at first while watching her face, learning what made her gasp and moan. Then he went faster, and when he added a second finger, Jems dug her nails into his back, overwhelmed by the sensation. He worked her like that, his fingers thrusting in and out while his thumb rubbed her clit, until Jems was trembling and gasping, so close to something she'd never felt before."Are you okay?" Ethan asked, never taking his eyes off her face.Jems could only nod. It felt so good, better than she'd imagined and better than it had felt in her dream. When he finally pulled his fingers out, Jems almost whimpered at the loss. But then Ethan was kissing his way down her body again, trailing his lips over her stomach, her hips, and her thighs, until he was settled between her legs.His mouth was on her, and Jems moaned so loudly she was grateful they were in a mansion far from anyone else. Ethan used his tongue expertly, licking and sucking and driving her absolutely crazy. H

The black SUV pulled up to Don Emilio's mansion, tires crunching on the gravel driveway. Two of the masked men dragged Mira out of the vehicle. Her legs were shaking so badly she could barely stand, and they had to carry her up the front steps and through the ornate double doors.The interior of the mansion was exactly what Mira expected from a crime lord, expensive, ostentatious, and dripping with wealth that had been obtained through blood and suffering. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and priceless artwork on the walls. It was beautiful and terrifying all at once. They led her down a long hallway and stopped in front of a heavy wooden door. One of the men knocked twice."Come in," a voice called from inside.The door swung open, and Mira was pushed into what appeared to be a private office. And there, sitting behind an enormous mahogany desk with a glass of whiskey in his hand, was Don Emilio himself. He looked exactly like the monster from Jems' nightmares, with cold eyes, a c

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the windows of Ethan's mansion, painting everything in warm golden light. Jems woke up wrapped in Ethan's arms, feeling safer and more content than she had in months.They had breakfast together one last time, Christopher joining them with his usual stoic professionalism, though Jems noticed he seemed almost fond of them now, despite his complaints about their constant displays of affection."Thank you for everything," Jems said to the staff as they prepared to leave. "This weekend was absolutely perfect."Margaret smiled warmly. "It was our pleasure, Miss Jems. You're welcome back anytime."The drive home felt too short. Jems sat in the passenger seat of Ethan's car, their hands intertwined on the center console, neither of them wanting to let go."I don't want this to end," Jems said softly."It's not ending," Ethan assured her, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it gently. "This is just the beginning. We have all the time in the wo

Mira sat in the hospital waiting room, the burner phone burning like hot coal in her trembling hands. Around her, the world continued moving, nurses walked past with purposeful strides, families huddled together in worried clusters, and the intercom periodically crackled with codes and announcements. But for Mira, everything had stopped. Time had frozen at this impossible moment.Her father was dying. Right now, in that room just down the hall, his heart was struggling and his body was failing, all because she had tried to do the right thing. It was all because she had chosen loyalty over survival.Her mother sat beside her, face buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Every few minutes, she would look up at the closed door of Room 304 as if willing it to open, or willing a doctor to emerge with good news. But no good news came.Mira stared at the phone screen, at Don Emilio's last message glowing accusingly in the dim light: "Time is running out, Mira. For your f

CHICAGO: BUSINESS CONFERENCEEthan smoothed his tie with a single, precise motion, his hands steady and his expression unreadable. Beside him, Jems watched with an amused smile, noting the way he seemed to command the space around him before he’d even spoken a word."You look perfect," she assured him. "Not that you need me to tell you.""This seminar is a big deal for the firm, and a lot of the industry's heavy hitters are attending. It’s the perfect time to show them exactly what we’re capable of.""You will," Jems said, squeezing his hand. "You know this business better than anyone in this room. You're smart and charming and you know your stuff. They’re going to be impressed."Ethan smiled and pulled her close, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'm just glad you’re here with me. It makes the trip a lot more enjoyable."They were in Chicago for a three-day business seminar focused on emerging markets and innovative investment strategies. Ethan's mother had pleaded with him to go in