All Chapters of My Mafia Stepdad's Obsession : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

HERMES' POVGrace Crowley. This wasn't the first time she'd walked into my office without knocking, and it probably wouldn't be the last. She had clearly become comfortable enough to assume she could come in whenever she wanted during my usual working hours.I noticed things about her, just as I did with most people who worked closely with me. I noticed the qualities that made her useful and, on rare occasions, found myself appreciating her a little more than a professional relationship normally allowed.She was diligent. Genuinely diligent, in a way most of my staff weren't. She'd landed contracts for the company that I hadn't expected anyone on her level to secure, closed deals with a precision that made firing her hard, even during a purge like this morning's, never once cross my mind. She was as good as she believed herself to be, which was rare enough in this business to be worth something on its own.Liana pulled away from me the second Grace's presence registered, trying and fa

CELESTE'S POVThings had never felt this peaceful in a long time. No more performing devoted wife, no more manufactured tears, no more smiling through gritted teeth at breakfast tables I didn't want to sit at.Fuck all of it. Even after Marco's death I still had to pretend to be a devoted mother to his daughter. The drama still never ends until she leaves. I'd kept a key to this apartment for years, even though it hadn't really been mine to use for a long time. Still, I let myself in, stepping over a pile of takeout containers and what looked like a used razor blade carelessly left on the counter.I turned around looking for that one motherfucker, only that fucks my pussy well. "Roman." I wrinkled my nose at the mess. "This is why I insist we do this at my place. You don't clean at all, do you? Are you actually incapable, or just a freak about it?""Sugar baby's here," he called from the other room, walk-in naked to me his dick rolling side by side as he came, unbothered, dragging

LIANA'S POV"You need to leave," I said, the second Kyle stepped fully into the bakery, the bell above the door still swinging behind him.The whole table went quiet. Rei half-rose from her chair, protective instinct kicking in immediately. "Do you want me to call someone?""I'm not here to cause trouble." Kyle held both hands up, some genuine effort at looking harmless despite the last time I'd seen him standing this close to me. "I just need five minutes. That's all I'm asking.""You don't get five minutes. You don't get anything from me.""Liana, please." His voice cracked slightly, and for one unguarded second he actually looked exhausted, the same way he had that day in the hospital hallway when Hermes found me, worn thin, older than he should have looked for someone still in high school. "Just hear me out. Then I'll go, and I swear you'll never see me again."I glanced at Rei, at Derek and Charlie, all of them tense, waiting for a signal. Some stupid, exhausted part of me just w

HERMES' POVI unbuttoned two more buttons of my shirt before staring at her eyes. The question left me off guard. Maybe I haven't thought to this point, anyday. Because I don't fuc about people's opinions. Talk is cheap, if it wasn't…. everyone would have minded the words that got off their mouth.And only the rich woman gossip.I couldn't help but rub my hands in-between my temple. Fuck. What has been said to her? Where was she today?Her question landed somewhere I wasn't prepared for. "Do you think we're... compatible? By society's standards, I mean."She repeated,her eyes still dripping in tears. Swollen from crying for too long and worst…her hands were shivering, cold and her face pale. For what exactly?"Where is this coming from?" I asked, finally taking off my shoes and watching madam Elena grab them, as well as my jacket for laundry. Before turning back to Liana."Because I know what they'd call it. What they'd call me." Her voice wavered. "They'd say I'm dirty. That

HERMES POV I and Alexia stayed up all night working on an important investigation we had thought we could cover in one night, to be precise Alexia thought she could…. Not until she fell asleep on the chair. After several moments of speaking to her and laying off instructions and no response, I didn't think she was asleep. Not until I had noticed the shift in her breathing somewhere past midnight, in the middle of a paragraph I'd already read three times without absorbing a word of it. I looked up and there she was, chin tipped against her shoulder, the whiskey glass loose in her fingers like it might slip any second. The woman who spent every conversation daring me to underestimate her, undone by exhaustion in a leather chair. I almost laughed out loud. I got a blanket from the hall closet and draped it over her. She kicked it off within a minute, shoulders curling, one hand fisting into the cushion like she was bracing against something even in sleep. That was Alexia. She