All Chapters of Head over heels for my uncle Pedro : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Pedro POV I rose her upward gently and cupped her beautiful face with both hands, staring down at her flushed, smiling expression. She was so incredibly beautiful — glowing, satisfied, and looking at me like I was her whole world. I loved her so much it physically hurt. I didn’t know how I was going to let her go. I wanted her near me. I wanted her around me every single day. I wanted to scream it from the rooftops. I kissed her slowly, deeply, like I was trying to memorize every second, every taste, every soft sound she made — so I would never forget. Then I pulled her into a tight, almost desperate hug, holding her like she might disappear if I let go. “Uncle Pedro…” she whispered against my chest. “I care about you so much, Michelle,” I murmured into her hair. “I just want you to know that.” “I love you,” she replied softly, her voice full of sincerity. My heart clenched painfully. She was too good for me. Too pure. Too innocent for the darkness that surrounded my life

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. Uncle Pedro was already gone, as usual. A soft smile touched my lips—I was starting to get used to it. Instead of disappointment, warmth bloomed in my chest as memories of last night flooded me.He had made love to me so slowly, so passionately, like I was something precious he wanted to savor. I could still feel the weight of his body over mine, the way his muscles trembled as he held back, burying himself deep inside me with every unhurried thrust. The way he kept whispering my name—“Michelle… Michelle…”—like a sacred prayer against my lips. His low groans and heavy breaths had mingled with mine, our foreheads pressed together, eyes locked in the dim light. Every movement had been filled with emotion. I had never felt so connected to anyone in my life.My God, I’m so happy, I thought, hugging myself tightly. So incredibly blessed to have him.I reached for the pillow he had slept on and pulled it close, burying my face in it. It still

Pedro’s POVWatching Michelle walk away felt like a knife twisting in my chest. Every step she took farther from the house made my resolve crack. I almost lost my mind right there. My legs moved on their own — I was ready to run after her, pull her into my arms, and tell her everything. Tell her how much I truly loved her.But then the office door suddenly opened and Eric stepped in.“Boss—” he started.“Get her back,” I growled, my voice thick with desperation. “I love her. I can’t let her go, not like this.” I try to hurry to the door.Eric’s face remained calm but firm as he stopped me standing in front of the doorway. “Boss, you have to let her go for now. For her own safety. If Rico really knows about her, then she’s not safe here. You know that.”“Don’t you fucking stop me!” I shouted, lunging forward. I grabbed his shirt at the collar and slammed him hard against the wall near the door, breathing heavily through clenched teeth. My face was inches from his.Eric didn’t fight b

Pedro’s POVI stood outside the massive metal door, heart pounding with barely contained rage. I touched the earpiece in my ear and spoke quietly."Eric," I said quietly. "Everything in position?""Yes, Boss," Eric's voice crackled through the earpiece. "The warehouse is surrounded, but be careful. No one is going in there with you.”“It’s alright, Eric. Just wait for my signal,” I replied.Without another word, I kicked the door open with brutal force. It slammed against the wall with a deafening bang.There she was.My sweet Michelle She was tied to a chair like a common criminal, her face stained with tears.Rage exploded inside me.I raised my gun and aimed it straight at Rico's head.I barely noticed the armed men emerging from every corner of the warehouse, surrounding me with their weapons drawn. None of them mattered.All I could see was Michelle. The fear in her eyes…The bruises on her wrists…The gun pressed against her head.He was going to pay for this. Dearly.______Aft

That evening, after my wound had been treated and bandaged.I paced the length of my office like a man trapped inside his own skin. Back and forth. Back and forth. Every step felt heavier than the last. I kept searching for some clean, believable excuse to give Dante—something that wouldn’t make him jump on the first flight to Miami—but nothing came. Every lie I tried on felt thin and ugly. My hands kept curling into fists at my sides. The silence in the room was starting to press against my ears when the phone suddenly lit up with his name.My stomach dropped so hard I almost lost my breath.This was it.I forced air into my lungs, smoothed my voice into something calm, and answered.“Hello, Dante. How are you? I was actually about to call you.”“Pedro.” His voice came through tight, already frayed with worry. “I’m fine. Look, I’ve been trying to reach Michelle all afternoon, but her phone isn’t going through. What’s going on? I hope she’s all right. Are we still expecting her today?