《Bound to the mafia 》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

Ava’s POV He engulfed my lips in a slow, deep rhythm. I held the back of his head and pressed him closer, craving more of this moment. He traced his mouth down to my breast, biting gently at my nipple through the fabric of my shirt. With skilled hands, he unzipped me and peeled off that shirt, then unhooked my bra, letting it fall away. His eyes darkened with desire as he lifted me effortlessly and tossed me gently onto the bed.I felt every inch of his strong body pressing down on me, the warmth of his skin igniting mine. His mouth trailed lower, teeth grazing my neck before closing gently around my nipple, sucking, licking, sending sharp sparks of pleasure straight down to my core. As he kissed along my neck, his fingers continued their journey, gliding over my stomach, teasing my inner thighs, until they reached my slick folds. He parted me slowly and pushed two fingers inside that aching wetness. The stretch was delicious, his thick digits curling just right, stroking that sens

Ava’s POV My phone rang, and the moment I answered, a professional male voice greeted me. “Hello, Miss Ava James. I’m the representative who handled your mother’s medical bills on behalf of my boss. Doctor Raymond told us you’d been trying to reach us.” At those words, my heart skipped a beat.“Oh my God!” I exclaimed. “Words can’t describe what you guys did for me. I’m immensely grateful.” “It was actually my boss who paid the bills,” he explained. “I only acted as his representative. He’s a very busy man.” “Okay… if you don’t mind, can I ask you something?” “Sure.” “How did you decide to help my mom? Did you see her story somewhere?” “Well, my boss met your mother at the hospital while his own mother was admitted there.” A familiar feeling crept into my chest. “Did… he happen to give my mom a card?” “Yes. Although, your mother was the one who asked for it.” I swallowed hard. “So he paid her bills because of my mom and not because we briefly met at my workplace?”

𝓥𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓵’𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥 I walked through a glass doors with Michael by my side. Waitresses stood in neat rows opposite one another, and the moment we stepped inside, they bowed slightly and guided us toward that reserved table. That restaurant looked breathtaking. The dim lighting cast a warm glow across the room, those red flower petals were scattered all over the floor, and that huge heart-shaped arrangement surrounded my table. Before I could even sit down, this brunette woman approached me with a bouquet of flowers. “Good morning, Mr. Vindell. My name is Vanessa, and I’m the manager of this restaurant. You are very much welcome, and we are glad to serve you today.” I nodded, accepted the bouquet, and sat down. She glanced around briefly before turning back to me. “Would you like to take anything while we wait for her?” “Give me a glass of water.” “Room temperature?” At that question, I shook my head. She immediately called over one of those waitresses, who was g

𝓐𝓿𝓪’𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥 Mr. Vindell slowly wiped the water from his face. As he did, a slow, eerie smile spread across his lips, sent a chill down my spine. Immediately, his representative stood up and grabbed Vanessa by the arm. I watched as Mr. Vindell calmly pulled out his phone and dialed a number. He raised it to his ear. The call rang once before the person on the other end answered. “Mr. Ashford! I haven’t heard from you in a long while.” “Yes! You know whenever I call you… a situation has arisen.” “What can I do for you on this beautiful morning?” “Blacklist The Grande Restaurant and Café on the HOMAN website.” The moment those words left his mouth, Winston’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He stared at Vanessa, and she stared right back at him with the same horrified expression. Without hesitation, Winston dropped to his knees and clasped his hands together. “Please, Mr. Vindell… punish me and leave my restaurant. Please I’ve come so far and I can’t let her

𝗔𝘃𝗮’𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩 It had been a few days since the meeting, and ever since then, I’ve been having nightmares about next week. As I walked down the long hospital corridor, my mind drifted to what my life would even look like next week. With a heavy sigh, I pushed open the door to Mom’s room. There she was, seated on her bed, busy on a call. I dropped a thank-you gift bag onto the bedside table and threw myself onto the side of her bed with an exhausted groan. A few moments later, she ended the call and gave me a familiar once-over. “Mmm… what’s with the long face? The last time I saw you, you were bubbling with excitement. And where is Peter?” I let out another sigh. “Mom… who exactly did you meet?” She frowned. “What do you mean?” “Mom!” I sat upright “The person who paid your bills. What exactly did you tell him?” Her face lit up immediately. “Oh! You mean the sun?” I blinked. “What?” “I didn’t tell him much. He seemed to be in a hurry when I met him. But I did ask