All Chapters of My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

**Bella’s POV**The fourth week on the island felt like living inside a fever dream we never wanted to wake from.Every day blended into the next in the most beautiful, addictive way. The sun rose over the turquoise sea, turning the infinity pool into liquid gold. The breeze carried the scent of salt, coconut, and blooming flowers. And between the three of us, the desire never cooled — it only grew deeper, hungrier, more consuming.This morning started like so many others.I woke up sandwiched between them, my body already humming with need.Nico was pressed against my back, one muscular arm draped over my waist, his large hand splayed possessively across my slightly rounded belly. His cock rested thick and heavy against the curve of my ass, already half-hard even in sleep.Victor faced me, forehead resting against mine, one leg thrown over both of mine. His hand cupped my breast, thumb lazily brushing my nipple even as he slept.I shifted slightly, pressing my thighs together. The ac

**Bella’s POV**The fifth week on the island began with a lie we all pretended to believe: that we were truly safe.The mornings were still golden. The afternoons were still lazy and sensual. The nights remained long, intense, and consuming.But something had shifted.It started with small things.A satellite phone ringing at 3 a.m. that Victor answered in the study with the door closed. Nico disappearing for two hours to “check the perimeter,” returning with fresh bruises on his knuckles he tried to hide. The way they both watched the horizon more often when we were on the beach, their bodies tense even as they smiled at me.They thought I didn’t notice.I noticed everything.Tonight, the tension finally boiled over.We were in the master bedroom again, the balcony doors wide open to the warm night air. The sound of waves crashing below mixed with our heavy breathing and soft moans.I was on my back in the center of the massive bed, completely naked, legs spread wide.Nico wa

**Bella’s POV**The seventh week on the island brought a strange, beautiful calm that felt both like a gift and a warning.We had stopped counting the days. Time had become measured in touches, in moans, in the way the sun moved across our skin and the way their hands never seemed to leave my body for long. My belly had begun to round more noticeably, a gentle swell that both men worshipped with reverent kisses and protective hands every chance they got.This morning started like so many others, but with a heavier undercurrent.I woke to the feeling of mouths on my skin.Nico was behind me, his lips trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses down my spine while his hand slid between my thighs from behind, fingers parting my already slick folds.Victor was in front, his mouth on my breast, sucking gently on my nipple while his hand stroked my rounded belly with tender reverence.“Good morning, beautiful,” Victor murmured against my skin, his voice low and warm. “And good morning to you, little

**Bella’s POV**The seventh week on the island felt like the last exhale before the plunge.We knew the peace was temporary. We felt it in the way Victor checked his encrypted satellite phone more frequently, in the way Nico spent longer hours on the roof with binoculars, scanning the horizon for boats that didn’t belong. We tasted it in the urgency of their kisses, the way their hands gripped me a little tighter, the way their bodies moved against mine like they were trying to imprint themselves into my skin before the world came for us again.But we refused to let the fear win.Not yet.This afternoon, the sun was brutal, turning the infinity pool into a sheet of liquid diamonds. I was floating on my back in the shallow end, completely naked, eyes closed against the bright sky. The water lapped gently against my skin, cool and soothing against the heat building inside me.Strong hands slid under my back.Nico lifted me effortlessly from the water, water streaming down my body as he

The helicopter dropped altitude over water so blue it looked unreal, like something painted rather than lived in, and for a few minutes none of us spoke. I watched the island rise out of the sea below — white stone, dark green, a house built into the cliffside like it had grown there instead of being constructed — and tried to remember the last time I'd felt anything close to safe.I couldn't.Nico sat across from me, still in the suit he'd worn to the boardroom that morning, jaw tight, watching the water like he expected something to surface from it. Victor was beside the pilot, headset on, running through security protocols in a low voice I couldn't fully hear over the rotors. Two men who'd spent three years either avoiding each other or actively wishing the other dead, now speaking in the clipped, efficient shorthand of people who'd decided, however reluctantly, to survive this together.We touched down on a helipad cut into the rock, and the noise fell away all at once, leaving ju