All Chapters of The Mafia Boss’s Deadly Little Secret : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

~~Felix~~“Yeah, right.” I crossed my arms, staring him down, refusing to let the sheer absurdity of the last thirty seconds throw me off the scent. “I don’t believe that bullshit you’re trying to sell me. So you called me here just to tell me you miss me?”“Yes.” He had the audacity to say it with a completely straight face. “I mean, I’m allowed to miss you.”“Dude.” I stared at him, genuinely searching his expression for some crack, some tell, anything that would explain what I’d just walked in on, because the man in front of me was doing his absolute best impression of someone who wasn’t three seconds away from a full blown panic attack about ten minutes ago. “Are you being for real right now, or are you pulling my leg? We have a lawyer with a forty eight hour countdown on my head, we have God knows what in that folder you just shoved into someone else’s hands the second I walked in, we have a dead cousin I only just found out I had, and you called me into your fucking office to te

~~Evans~~ I stood in the doorway a long time before I finally came in, watching him sleep. He’d fallen asleep sometime after our conversation in the office, curled on his side facing the window, one hand tucked under the pillow, breathing slow and even in a way that made the whole rest of my day feel like something happening to a different, less exhausted man. I sat down carefully on the edge of the bed, not close enough to wake him, and just watched, the way I’d started doing more and more since the hospital, like if I looked hard enough I could memorize every version of his face before the one currently asleep in front of me disappeared and got replaced by the one who knew everything. Tonight, I’d promised him. You’ll have all of it. Except sitting here now, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest, I genuinely didn’t know how I was going to keep that promise without ending everything between us in the same breath I finally told the truth. The lawyer’s forty eight hours we

~~Evans~~I woke early, before the light had fully broken through the curtains, and lay there for a while just watching him sleep, running through the plan one more time in my head before I let myself act on it. Then, because some things are easier to do than think about doing, I leaned over and started kissing him awake, slow at first, his jaw, his cheek, working my way toward his mouth.He stirred, groaned, and shoved a hand blindly against my chest, pushing me off before he’d even fully opened his eyes. “Mmph. No. Too early.”“Guess what day it is,” I said, undeterred, propping myself up beside him.“The day I sleep another hour.” He rolled away from me, burying his face back into the pillow.“Felix.” I tugged the pillow gently out from under his head, ignoring the muffled protest that followed. “It’s the day i help you remember what happened this past year.”That got him. He sat up fast, hair a mess, eyes suddenly sharp and alert in a way that had nothing to do with the early hour

~~Evans~~The jet leveled out somewhere over open water, the seatbelt sign clicking off, and I’d barely had the chance to unbuckle before I abandoned my own seat entirely and dropped myself straight into Felix’s lap.“Evans.” He nearly choked on the water he’d just taken a sip of, one hand flying up to steady the glass before it spilled everywhere. “What are you doing.”“Sitting with my husband.” I settled in like this was the most natural thing in the world, arm draped easy around his shoulders, entirely unbothered by the fact that there was an empty seat directly across the aisle.“You have your own seat.”“My seat is lonely. This seat has you in it. Clearly the superior option.” I adjusted myself slightly, getting comfortable, and felt him sigh, the particular long-suffering sigh he’d started reserving specifically for me over the last two weeks, the one that always somehow ended with him giving in anyway.“You weigh a concerning amount for a man who claims to eat salads.”“I have

~~Evans~~I ducked exactly when he told me to, glass and gunfire filling the space above my head where I’d been sitting two seconds earlier, and through the roar of it I watched Felix lean half out of that window like a man who’d done this a thousand times before, calm in a way that should have terrified me and instead, God help me, did something else entirely.He fired three times, controlled, and the pursuit vehicle beside us swerved hard, one of its front tires blown clean out, spinning off into the tree line with a violent crunch of metal against bark.“One left!” he shouted, already reloading, ducking back into the car just as another spray of gunfire raked across the trunk.“Get down, get down,” I said, reaching for him instinctively, some part of me desperate to shield him even though he was clearly, terrifyingly more capable of handling this than I was.“I’m fine, stop trying to protect me and let me actually do the thing I’m apparently built for.” He shot me a look that was s