บททั้งหมดของ One Night with the Mafia king... My Ex's Younger brother: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Then a voice spoke. Deep. Familiar. Too familiar. “I didn’t think you’d forget me so easily…” Danika froze. “…after giving you a hard fuck.” Her hands stilled as her eyes slowly lifted to meet his reflection in the mirror. Dante. For a moment, she couldn’t speak—just like that night. Her mind went blank. Did this man put a spell on me or what…? She forced herself to breathe, trying to regain control. When she finally spoke, her voice betrayed her, coming out uneven. “I think… you’re in the wrong place. This is the female restroom.” Dante’s lips curved slightly. “Oh, kitty… we both know I’m not lost.” The nickname sent a shiver down her spine. Danika swallowed hard, her grip tightening on the edge of the sink. Before she could react, he stepped closer. In one swift movement, he had her pinned lightly against the sink counter, the cold marble pressing against her back. She tried to push him away, but he didn’t budge—he was solid, unmoving. Seriously?

Throughout the rest of the day, Danika wasn’t herself. Even after shopping, when they all went to a restaurant to eat and catch up, she remained distant. Tessa and Cat, however, were in their usual element, both of them seated with cups of ice cream in hand, casually munching between their teasing. “So… Cat,” Tessa said, scooping a generous spoonful into her mouth before speaking again, “since when did you become a personal stylist? Or are you secretly charging us later?” Cat licked a bit of ice cream off her spoon, unfazed. “Please, if I was charging, you wouldn’t even afford my taste.” Tessa gasped dramatically, nearly dropping her cup. “Excuse me? I am the taste.” “Yeah,” Cat shot back, taking another calm bite, “the ‘before’ picture.” Maya laughed under her breath, shaking her head as she stirred her own ice cream, while Lina quietly enjoyed hers, smiling at their banter. Tessa pointed her spoon at Cat. “You’re really bold. Is it the sugar giving you confidence?”

Danika closed the door behind her and walked slowly toward her room, her eyes fixed on the package in her hands. She turned it over, studying every corner, her mind racing. Who could have sent this? The neat black wrapping made it look expensive… intentional. That alone made her uneasy. She hesitated. What if it’s something dangerous? What if it’s a trap? With a small shake of her head, she decided not to open it yet. Instead, she placed it aside and headed to the kitchen, trying to distract herself by washing the dishes they had left from the night before. A while later, Cat walked in, looking completely worn out—her hair messy, eyes half-open. “Good morning…” she muttered. “Morning,” Danika replied softly, glancing at her. For a moment, Danika waited, hoping Cat might mention something—maybe a delivery, maybe someone who could have sent the package—but nothing came. Silence. “Danika…” She blinked, snapping out of her thoughts. “I’ve been calling you,”

CATHERINE POV “Can you turn to the nearest place that sells ice cream?” Cat said, eyes fixed on the road as she drove. They had just been discharged from the hospital, and Jaden sat beside her, looking far too relaxed for someone who had just scared her half to death. “And it’s a capital no, Jaden,” Cat added firmly. Jaden turned to her. “You almost killed me yourself, remember? “I think buying ice cream for me would’ve been the best way to apologize,” he said casually. Cat shot him a sharp look. “What? How was I supposed to know you’re allergic to peanuts? Or what—were you trying to get yourself killed? Because last time I checked, you have eyes… and a nose. You could’ve noticed!” Jaden sighed, leaning back into his seat. “I didn’t know I had allergies. I just found out. I’ve never really liked peanuts, but since you made the food… I thought I should try it.” Cat groaned. “Ugh… why are you suddenly sounding emotional now?” She turned toward the road leading to an ice

Danika’s POV “What?” Danika said, completely shocked, her voice barely steady. Dante leaned back slightly, watching her with amusement. “Relax I'm just playing with you unless you want to.” Danika didn’t respond. Her grip on the fork tightened, her appetite gone. After a brief pause, Dante spoke again, his tone calmer, almost casual. “I want to know more about you.” She frowned slightly. “So tell me, Danika,” he continued, leaning forward a little, his eyes fixed on her. “Are you seeing anyone? Because I wouldn’t like that.” Danika let out a dry breath, her expression turning guarded. “Didn’t you already do my background checks? You’re supposed to know all of that.” A faint smile curved on Dante’s lips. “I do,” he said. “But I want to hear it from you… from your pretty mouth.” A thought suddenly crossed her mind. Did he find out about my child? Danika’s heart skipped, but she quickly masked it. If he knew… he wasn’t showing it. She held his gaze, searching for