All Chapters of In Love With His Coldhearted Mafia Brother: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

THIRD PERSON Dante stood at the window after the door clicked shut, watching the gravel path where Eva had disappeared. Her bare feet must have been burning by now, or freezing, he didn't know which, and thinking about it only made him worry the more.She was mad, really mad and trying to stop might get him a dagger in his chest.He turned away from the glass and walked to the drawer in his nightstand, pulling out a thin silver case. He opened it to reveal thin cigarettes and a lighter. He picked one, placed it between his lips and lit it with a flick of his thumb on the lighter.Nico stood near the door, still in his blood-soaked shirt, the cut above his eye was beginning to dry up, the blood near his cheek. He was trying not to move too much, trying not to draw Dante's attention to him, with the realization that he should have cleaned up before coming here, but when the bastard got past the front door and made into the main house, there wasn't time for anything except stopping him,

THIRD PERSON The car pulled up to the curb just as Chloe was getting out of her own car. She had one hand on her door, the other clutching her work bag. She was already thinking about what to make for breakfast before Eva returned when she saw a man climbing out of a black sedan. He walked around to the back door and opened it, revealing Eva like a package.She was slumped against the seat, pale and limp, and the man reached in to help her out. Chloe's heart dropped straight to her stomach. She slammed her car door shut and ran across the space to them, her bag bouncing against her hip, her keys jingling in her hand."What happened?!”She pushed the man aside to look at Eva.“What's wrong with her?" She looked at the man. “And who are you?”“Nicholas ma’am.”Chloe nodded absentmindedly as she grabbed Eva's other arm, Nico helped lift her out of the car. “So what happened?”"Food poisoning," Nico said. "She's been treated and only needs rest.""Food poisoning? How is that possible?

THIRD PERSON Eva woke to the feeling of rough fabric against her cheek and a dull ache spreading from her stomach to her ribs. The couch cushions were digging into her side, and her neck was stiff from lying in the same position for too long. She blinked her eyes open, the living room coming into focus slowly, the grey morning light filtering through the curtains.Sitting on the floor beside the couch was Chloe, her back against the armrest, her legs stretched out in front of her. She had a blanket draped over her lap and a phone in her hand, and when she saw Eva moving, she set the phone down and leaned forward."Hey. How are you feeling?"Eva tried to sit up but immediately regretted it. Her stomach twisted in pain, she felt like she could pass out from it. She pressed her hand against it, waiting for the pain to pass but it didn't. "Like I got hit by a truck right in my stomach."Chloe helped her sit up, propping pillows behind her back. She glanced at Nico expecting him to help b

THIRD PERSON Mira stared at the first aid box in her hands. The white plastic was cold against her palms, she could feel Levi's eyes on her, waiting.She'd known from the start that the fire wasn't his doing. Levi was many things—impulsive, dangerous, quick to anger—but he wasn't stupid. Burning down a blogger's house will bring heat he didn't need. No, the fire had the influencer's name written all over it. That woman, with her inability to comprehend how much of lower life she was, had been the one to send someone to Mira's kitchen window with a lighter. The influencer was the one who'd been humiliated by the article, the one whose fake charity had been exposed, the one who had the most to lose. And now she was using Levi's money to fund her revenge, keeping him close while she cleaned up her mess. It was obvious.None of Mira's enemies were bold enough to take on such plans of they didn't have someone as powerful as Levi behind them.Mira had spent weeks thinking about how to hit

EVAI was setting the table when my phone rang again. I set the warm plate down and wiped my palm on my jeans before picking up the phone. Adam's name was on the screen. He never called this late unless something was wrong. None of them ever even called me except something was wrong."Hey, Adam. What's up?""Hello. Just checking in. We haven't gotten a chance to visit after the accident. How are you doing?"I picked the fork from the pile and set it down next to the plate and leaned against the table. "Yeah, I'm fine. It passed." I put the phone on speaker and set it down on the table, then resumed setting it up."Good, that's good to hear. Listen, the event is tomorrow."My stomach dropped. Tomorrow? The event was tomorrow?"Tomorrow?" I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "So fast? What happened? I thought we had like two more weeks.”"The client called to move the timeline up. We thought we'd wait until you get back but Vanessa didn't. She agreed to the change and we'll it's to