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#Chapter 118: Chance Encounters
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My Mafia Mate #Chapter 119: A Better Place
EllaLogan took a deep breath, as if he were gathering the strength to lift a colossal weight.He glanced at me, his eyes carrying a quiet plea for understanding. There was nothing that I could do; we both knew that this moment was bound to come at one point or another, and in the most Edrick way possible, my father had decided that that moment would be right now.Something told me that my father already knew. In fact, I was almost certain of it. This was a test of Logan’s trustworthiness, his transparency about his life.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Logan met my father’s stare. “My father,” he began, his voice low and filled with an unmistakable sense of gravity, “is a mafia boss in our city.”My mom’s hand instantly shot up to her chest as she gasped, a look of disbelief etched across her face. “You’re joking,” she said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Very funny, Logan.”But Logan just shook his head slowly without saying a word, his gaze firmly
My Mafia Mate #Chapter 120: Business Opportunities
EllaThe tension in the room was still palpable, and I felt like I was stuck at the center of it all, caught in between approval and disapproval from my loving parents.But what my dad did next shocked me—and all of us, really—to my core.My dad extended his hand across the table, palm up, eyes still locked onto Logan. Logan stared down at his outstretched hand, clearly trying to decide if this was genuine or some sort of trap.“Look,” my father said, seeming to sense Logan’s trepidation. “I’ve been in business long enough to know a good prospect when I see one, and you seem like a good young man with decent intentions. I’ll give you that.”Logan hesitated, eyeing my father’s hand like it was a loaded gun. “Thank you, sir,” he stammered, clearly caught off guard. But he reached out and grasped my father’s hand, sealing whatever unspoken contract was being made in that moment.I felt a lump form in my throat as their hands shook. Was this it? A tentative stamp of approval from my busin
My Mafia Mate #Chapter 121: Window to Another World
Logan“Mom? Dad?” Ella called out as we stepped out of the elevator and into the brightly-lit foyer.Walking into Ella’s parents’ penthouse felt like stepping into a different world.Rather than the pure extravagant opulence that I had expected, I was instead met with understated elegance, creaking hardwood floors, and tall arched windows that allowed the sun to beam in. The furniture was chic yet comfortable, and the entire place smelled like fresh baked bread.However, despite the beautiful and comfortable decor, I felt anything but comfortable. This evening was like a high-stakes performance, and my mind was on edge for every little change in the atmosphere. This was my one chance to make this entire arrangement with Ella worth it.“Logan, let me introduce you to Selina, our housekeeper,” Moana said, gesturing toward a distinguished elderly woman standing nearby. She was leaning on a carved wooden cane, but there was a sort of understated dignity about her.Selina approached, exten
My Mafia Mate #Chapter 122: Always Greener
EllaI watched as my father pulled Logan away from the party… to play a game of chess.“Oh no,” Ema’s voice echoed in the back of my mind. “Not this again.”Her words made me wince. I was suddenly reminded of a boyfriend I’d had when I was younger; my father had pulled a similar stunt, using a game of chess as a gauge for the boy’s worthiness to be my boyfriend.Needless to say, we weren’t together after that. My boyfriend turned out to be a rather sore loser and stormed out angrily. I could still remember my father’s words: “See, Ella? Never waste your time on men who don’t know how to lose.”But this shouldn’t have bothered me in the same way. Theoretically, at least. Logan and I were not really in a relationship, nor would we ever be, as far as I was concerned.“I’m just worried about his business prospects,” I told Ema when I felt her teasing nature begin to work its way out in response to the racing of my heart. “That’s all.”“Mhm. Sure.”Turning my attention back to Clara and Da
My Mafia Mate #Chapter 123: A Crack in the Ice
EllaA thick wall of silence enveloped the room as Logan’s words floated through the air. His voice was stern and slightly raised, as though they had been working at some sort of argument for a while now.“I’ll keep her safe because I care about her more than anything, and that’s all that matters, Mr. Morgan.”My eyes widened, my heart pacing a marathon inside my chest. The resonance of his voice—a mixture of sincerity and frustration—latched onto me, sending my head spinning.“What’s happening?” I whispered to my mother, who was standing there, blocking the way.She shook her head. “Just men being men, honey,” she whispered back. “Just go back to Daisy’s room. They’ll get over it soon.”But I wasn’t about to be pushed away now like a child witnessing a parental fight. Especially not when my wolf was pulling me closer to him, urging my legs to steer into the room.“He does care for you,” my wolf murmured, a note of triumph in her tone. “I told you so, Ella. But you never listen.”Foll
My Mafia Mate #Chapter 124: Romance Novels & Forgotten Memories
EllaThe moment we entered my childhood bedroom, an overwhelming sense of nostalgia washed over me.Nothing had changed since I last lived here—literally. I hadn’t lived in this penthouse since before college, and yet my parents never changed a thing.Band posters were still tacked to the walls, their colors somewhat faded but nonetheless holding the spirit and angst of my teenage years. Stacks of old novels, their spines well-worn from my anxious fingers, lined the bookshelf. Even my vanity was still covered with haphazard jewelry and makeup from my ‘emo’ days.I felt exposed, as if Logan was unwittingly peering into a window of my past life. It was funny, how this room felt perfectly normal to me. But now that someone else was here, in my teenage self’s space, it suddenly felt cringy and weird.“So, this is your old stomping ground, huh?” Logan asked, a playful smirk settling on his lips as he wandered around the room. His eyes seemed to linger on every little detail, which only mad
My Mafia Mate #Chapter 125: Last Way Out
EllaThe party had long since quieted down. I had already said my goodbyes to Clara, Daisy had gone to bed, and now it was just me, my parents, and Logan. The air coming through the penthouse window smelled like rain; a storm was brewing on the horizon.“Are you sure you don’t just want to stay here tonight, honey?” Moana asked, following my gaze out the window. “It’s supposed to storm.”“I’ll be fine,” I said, not wanting to reveal the actual reason behind why I didn’t want to share a room with Logan. “Thanks, though.”My mother was silent for a moment. Logan was off in the kitchen being fawned over by the two maids, who had taken an immediate liking to him. I could see him through the doorway, refusing another bite of food.Selina was perched on a stool, watching him with her hawk eyes. But there was a softness to her gaze as she looked at him, something that was rare for her when it came to newcomers.“Ella,” Moana started, lowering her voice, “I have to ask, because I’m your mothe
My Mafia Mate #Chapter 126: Just One Drink
EllaThe water in the bathtub had gone lukewarm long ago when I finally pulled myself out, wrapping up in a towel.After drying off, I slipped into my pajamas and sat on the bed, book in hand, fully prepared to lose myself in another world. My wolf was unusually quiet, and for once, I relished the solitude. I knew that she was mad at me for ending things with Logan earlier, but she would understand with time.However, just as I was beginning to really get into the story, a knock sounded on the door and broke me from my reverie. I sighed, placing the book face down on the bed.“Who could it be at this hour?” I muttered, walking to the door and cracking it open. Just as I expected, there stood Logan, leaning against the frame with a cocky smirk on his face.“I couldn’t sleep,” he said. “Bored out of my mind. Can I come in?”I eyed him warily. “I’m not just here to entertain you when things get slow, Logan.”His grin widened as he lifted a wine bottle and two glasses. “What about now?”I
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