All Chapters of In Love With His Coldhearted Mafia Brother: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

EVAThe next morning, I took a taxi to the venue, the heating pad pressed against my stomach under my coat, and the anti-nausea candy melting on my tongue. The driver kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror like he was waiting for me to throw up in his back seat. I didn't blame him. I looked terrible. The dark circles under my eyes had their own dark circles, I was pale as a paper, and we'll ‘properly’ covered from the cold by yours dearly, Chloe.We soon arrived at the venue, it was a converted warehouse on the east side, all exposed brick and high ceilings and string lights that someone had spent the afternoon untangling. I could see them through the glass doors, workers climbing ladders, carrying floral arrangements, adjusting the placement of tables. The sun was still out, barely, casting long shadows across the pavement.According to the report this was the kind of place the client wanted. As odd as that sounded considering how this looked like a hideout for kids.I paid the

EVAThe setup was done, the flowers were in place, the tables were draped and set, but nothing was happening. I walked the perimeter twice, checking centerpieces, straightening tables, adjusting the angle of a sign near the entrance that no one would read anyway.It was all just for formalities.Jenna was by the bar, counting glasses for the third time. While the rest were in the kitchen, arguing with the catering manager about the plating order and a new additional dessert. I already disapproved of that. This was a top tier event and not a try-a-new-dish event. If even one of the guests didn't like it that would not only ruin the rest of the event, but drag the foundation's name through the mud.And who's the team leader? Me! I stopped by the gift table near the table with the products and ran my finger along the edge of a small box of chocolates. It was perfectly aligned with the one next to it. I adjusted it anyway to make sure a little hit won't throw it off balance.“Everythin

EVAI spotted a mirror facing the doorway to the main floor. It had been my idea to set up something like this as this was an event with more women than men. Well, things happened and I couldn't let the others know.It's nice that they thought about it too.It would be easier for the guests to fix their clothes and makeup. A few women were standing in front of it adjusting their hair and reapplying lipstick, and I waited until all of them left before stepping up to the mirror.The dress looked different in this light, the shimmer was subtle and caught the glow from the string lights above, and the fabric moved with me when I turned. Flowing with every step.The straps kept slipping off my shoulders, with the dress still unzipped the strap wouldn't stay a place.I reached my hand behind me to zip it up, my fingers fumbling with the small metal.A shadow suddenly fell upon me, I glanced up only to see Dante. I froze.Shit? Why did I forget the same person I was running from?I was supp

EVAI scrambled back from Dante, putting as much distance between us as I could, but it didn't matter. Jace had already pushed past one of the guards, his face red, his eyes wild, and he was walking toward us with his fists clenched and his jaw tight."I knew it," he said, his voice rising, loud enough that people were starting to turn and look. "I fucking knew it. You are fucking my brother.""Jace, it's not what you think—" I started, but he cut me off with a laugh that was more like a bark."Not what I think? I just saw him with his hands on you. I saw you kissing him. What else am I supposed to think, Eva?"Why was I even explaining?The crowd was gathering now, people stepping away from the bar and the tables to see what was happening. And I just ruined an event. Why does this keep happening to me?Phones were out, cameras pointed, and I could already see the headlines forming in my head. The press was here, of course they were, this was a beauty event with influencers and journ

EVAI kept walking, my shoulders hunched against the cold night air, my heels clicking against the wet pavement in a frantic rhythm that matched the pounding in my head. If Nico was trying to hide his presence from me he was failing at it. Woefully.Of all the things he can do, tailing should be on the top of the list of the the things he can't do.To save him the embarrassment of being aware of his presence I didn't turn around when I heard his footsteps close behind me, or even slow down when the streetlights cast my shadow long and thin across the ground. I just kept moving, turning corners without thinking, letting my feet carry me away from the building.He was just a worker, and after what happened the last time I feel bad for him.He was just doing his job. Venting my frustrations on him just because he was the only person around me thagw as close to Dante and the fact that he was everywhere. Being painfully annoying.He was insufferable. But that was his job.I shouldn't mak