All Chapters of Mistaken Bride Of The Mafia CEO: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

RAVEN'S POVMy grandmother’s old house appeared smaller than I remembered. The yellow paint was chipped, the garden overgrown with weeds that rose above the front windows. I’d given this place a miss for years. Too many memories. Too much pain."You don't have to do this." Kade was right beside me on the ruined sidewalk. “We can hire someone to look.”"No." I started up the path. “If my father had anything hidden it would be somewhere that only I could find it. Somewhere personal."The real estate agent had left the key with us. The house was vacant now; all the furniture sold when we’d moved my grandmother into assisted living before her death. Just bare rooms and echoes.I walked through slowly, remembering. The living room where my grandmother taught me to knit. The kitchen that I baked in with my father every Saturday morning. The dining room where we’d marked birthdays and holidays."Where would he hide something?" Kade asked quietly.“I used to accidentally discover his favorit

RAVEN'S POVI could see Kade burning the microfilm in front of flames burning out from the industrial oven. The air shimmered between us in the heat coming off the open door. This man, who’d built an empire through violence and control; forced me into marriage and threatened people I loved – was telling me he was going to destroy the sole thing that gave him power.For me.For the possibility of us.For a future neither of us had been able to dare to dream in just weeks."Are you sure?" I inquired, patting him on the arm and perceiving the way his muscles were tensed. “It’s one of those things where if you do this, you can never undo it. This is billions of dollars. This is leverage. This, what you have built to all your working life.”"I know." His gaze was on me, his grey eyes held steady despite the enormity of what he was about to do. “I’ve been the Reaper for thirteen years now myself. Being the monster everyone feared. The man who built an empire on suffering and death. I'm done

RAVEN'S POVThe light of Kade’s office screen filled the room with an eerie glow, hard shadows crossing my face as I looked at the impossible to decision that lay before me. My hands shook on the edge of the desk, knuckles bone-white from my tight grip. On the monitor on the left, Cameron was seen strapped to a metal chair in what appeared to be an old warehouse. Her cheeks streamed with tears and mascara, black tributaries running down the sides of her face. Next to her, Eric fought his restraints, biting down hard on his jaw as if trying to not show how scared he was though I saw it in his eyes. On the right screen, Kade's mother was sitting with extreme stillness inside a dark room that I did not recognize. She could not talk, she could not shout, but her eyes carried a silent terror that made my stomach lurch.I bit my hand to keep from sobbing. This was my fault. All of it. Valerie didn’t do this out of because she hated Kade’s empire, or out of a desire for power. She was doing

RAVEN'S POVThe warehouse materialized before me like a concrete crypt. Shattered windows loomed down at us. Walls were covered in graffiti, black in the darkness. I dropped down behind Marcus, my heart beating against my ribs.“Two guards at the side entrance.” I heard Chen’s voice crackling over the earpiece.Marcus gave hand sings for them to split. I remained in the center, holding my gun with a vise grip. The bulletproof vest was pushing my shoulders down. Everything felt too heavy.We got to the door of rusty metal. Unlocked. Too easy. My stomach was in knots as we snuck inside.Equipment and shipping containers were stacked in a maze of machinery throughout the warehouse. Shadows pooled everywhere. Somewhere in here, Cameron existed awaiting his death. I focused on breathing. In. Out. Like Kade taught me."Movement ahead." Marcus raised his fist.Two men were smoking and laughing by a conveyor belt. Mercenaries who believed this was nothing more than another job. Marcus and one

RAVEN'S POV"We've got company!" said the voice crack ling through the earpiece. "At least three SUVs. Armed hostiles disembarking!"I picked up my weapon and ran for the loading doors where Cameron and the crew were assembling. They stared at me, with eyes wide in fright. We'd just survived a bomb. We couldn't do this again.The side entrance exploded inward. Not from bombs, but from men actually kicking it open. They surged in like a torrent, at least a dozen mercenaries wearing tactical gear. And behind the agitated subject, reeling and wild eyed, was Valerie.She was a far cry from the polished heiress I’d met once. She raked her hair, which was matting into tangles all about her face. Her eyelashes were black rivers down her cheeks. Her designer frock was ripped at the shoulder. But most of all was her look. The thinly veiled mask of control was stripped entirely. What was left, it seemed toward the end, was pure, manic hatred."There you are!" She shouted the words, a pistol sha