All Chapters of My Baby's Father Is A Mafia Boss : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chase sat in his office as he kept turning the pages of the file in front of him. He had read it multiple times, but he kept turning the pages anyway, looking for the one detail he might have missed."Captain, how long are you going to keep staring at that?" Ross, his junior, asked.Before Chase could respond, his subordinate reached across the desk and snatched the folder right out of his hands. Ross tossed it onto the massive pile of paperwork already towering on the edge of the desk."You’ve read those files over and over since we clocked in this morning," Ross said, leaning against the desk with a sigh. "Aren't you tired yet?""Ross," Chase said, his voice dropping as he glared up at him. The younger officer didn't flinch, but he did straighten his posture slightly under the weight of the look."Bring me a cup of coffee," Chase said in a flat, serious tone. He waved a hand toward the door, a silent dismissal that left no room for further discussion. "Black. And take your time with

The taxi driver was hovering right behind her, raising his voice and demanding his fare, but Natasha didn't even turn around. She stood there, looking like she’d crawled out of a gutter in oversized scrubs, her eyes locked on Chase.The officer at the front desk was trying to grab her arm to pull her back, and the scene was drawing stares from everyone present there.“What’s going on here?” Chase asked, his voice cutting through the noise. His brows furrowed as he looked from the disheveled woman to the shouting driver."Captain, she just ran in here and—" the officer started, but Chase held up a hand to silence him.“First, give him the fare and escort him out,” Chase ordered, pointing at the taxi driver. He looked at the officer Natasha had been butting heads with. “Charge me for that.”The officer hesitated for a second, then nodded and led the grumbling driver toward the exit.Chase stepped closer, his eyes scanning Natasha from head to toe. She was pale, her hair was a mess, and

"Emilio, stay home. If Renata asks for me, just tell her that I will return in the evening," Domenico commanded."But tell me at least where you’re heading?" Emilio asked, furrowing her brows as she watched him adjust his cuffs."To see Chase. He dared to make Renata cry. Don’t worry, I will not hurt him. I just need to put a word into his head," Domenico affirmed."Alright," Emilio murmured, stepping back.Domenico walked out of the mansion and slid into the back of the sleek black car, instructing the driver to head toward the metropolitan city station. An hour later, they pulled up to the bustling area. Instead of entering the precinct, Domenico stepped into the quiet cafe directly next to the station and dialed Chase’s number.Outside, his subordinate, Zayden, stood guard at the entrance. He scanned the street with a predator's precision, ensuring the security was tight and that no soul would disturb his boss during the "conversation" ahead."Hello?" Chase’s voice came through, so

Renata felt nauseous because of the strange smell. Caressing her chest for a few moments, she finally found the switchboard.She was surprised once the light was on.The room was filled with some books that were covered in a heavy layer of dust, a piano that was covered, and in the middle of the room, there were a bunch of paintings, covered with dusty white clothes.But what stood out most was the biggest painting, which seemed to have been taken care of properly, as there was not a speck of dirt on it, in such a dirty room.Renata could see a beautiful hairpin in the black hair, which piqued her interest. She went near it and tugged the cloth slowly to reveal such a beautiful painting.“Wow!” She gasped. “She is so beautiful.” She whispered, still lost in the painting.The painting was of a beautiful woman in her early or mid-thirties; her deep raven eyes were so pretty and shimmering that she was almost lost in them.The painting seemed so alive that Renata couldn’t turn her eyes a

Domenico fell silent at Renata’s request.She wasn’t wrong for wanting to know more about him, but his past wasn't a good tale to tell. Every memory he unearthed felt like treading through blood and salt, and finding the words to describe the darkness he’d survived felt nearly impossible.“Nico?” Renata’s soft voice pulled him back to the present. “What happened? If you’re uncomfortable, you don’t have to force yourself.“No.” Domenico stepped toward her.He hooked a finger under her chin, tilting her face up until her eyes were locked onto his. “I want to give you everything, Ree. Every piece of me. But I don’t know where to begin the story without it getting ugly, and I’m not sure how much of that ugliness you should have to carry yet.”He let his thumb graze her lower lip, his gaze dropping for a lingering second before he took her hand, his palm warm and calloused against hers.“Let’s get to know each other better before I show you the rest of my side. Besides,” he added, his voic