LOGINShare
Chapter 12
Last Updated:
2024-12-31 03:08:15
Related chapters
The Enigmatic Mafia Boss Chapter 13
Beatrice’s POVFlint pushes away from the counter and leans over the island. “What the hell is my brother doing taking you to the Morfils?” I bristle at his words. “You got a problem with me going to The Corral?” “I’ve got a problem with anyone getting mixed up with the Morfils.” “Except you used to fight for them.” “That was just a means to an end back then.” “What do you mean by that?” “I had my own agenda. Didn’t turn out the way I hoped.” “Got it,” I say, nodding. “That makes more sense.” Flint laughs a little, resting his forearms on the granite island. “Please tell me my brother isn’t thinking about getting cozy with Terry.” “Not sure. I wasn’t feeling great.” I lift my spoon. “Apparently, the human body needs food to keep going.” He sips his beer quietly for a bit while I finish my stew. His face is hard to read. “How does The Corral work?” I scrape the last bits of stew from the bowl. My brother’s name keeps ringing in my head. The picture of Claude on th
Last Updated : 2024-12-31The Enigmatic Mafia Boss Chapter 14
Beatrice’s POVThe sudden knock on my bedroom door jolts me awake. My hand instinctively reaches for the gun I’ve stashed under the bed. “We’re rolling out in fifteen,” Dalton calls from the other side. “Fifteen?” I let out a sigh, relaxing my shoulders as I rub my face. I throw the covers off and glance at the clock. Somehow, I’ve managed to sleep until ten. Of course, I was wide awake until nearly three. “That’s all the time you have for your beauty routine. When Flint says it’s time to go, we leave whether you’re ready or not.” “Understood.” I grab the gun from its hiding spot and set it on the nightstand. I dash into the bathroom, brushing my teeth with one hand while trying to tame my hair with the other. I quickly ditch my pajamas for a fresh black outfit. Thanks a lot, Dalton. An alarm would’ve been a lifesaver. Why didn’t I set one? At least I showered last night. I grab my gun and slide it into my coat. I check my other weapons for ammo and make sure they’re
Last Updated : 2024-12-31The Enigmatic Mafia Boss Chapter 15
Beatrice’s POV Saying I don’t know James makes me look clueless. But agreeing to it just complicates things further. “Yeah.” I pretend to be oblivious and tilt my head. “Yeah, you might be onto something.” “Coincidences drive me crazy. Go talk to him in the alley. I need to know why he’s here instead of Newport.” As we step into the bright sunlight, Flint scans the bustling street. “Take Dalton with you.” “I can handle one bartender,” I scoff. He gives me an irritated look. “This isn’t a shakedown. I want info, not cash.” Playing dumb is my least favorite way to buy time, but sometimes it’s all I’ve got. “I know that.” My tone is sharp. “I can take care of this. Want to watch? Go ahead. You brought me here, so you might as well put me to work.” With his hands in his pockets, Flint watches the cars go by, his face hard to read. The other guys shift around behind us, some lighting up cigarettes. “You’ve got five minutes to give me a reason I can accept. After that, I’m sendi
Last Updated : 2024-12-31The Enigmatic Mafia Boss Chapter 16
Beatrice’s POVI find myself drawn to my brother's photo like a magnet. With no one else around, I can really take a moment to look at him and remember. But this version of him feels different from the brother I knew. He was my older brother, my mom's other kid. Twelve years older, he always had my back, took me to the movies, drove me to Tae Kwon Do, cracked jokes, and teased me. The tough guy in the picture is a stranger to me. “Like what you see?” Terry’s voice catches me off guard. I mentally kick myself. Getting lost in my thoughts here isn’t smart. “Do they all end up dead in the ring?” I shoot him a glance, trying to act like his presence doesn’t bother me. “Nah.” His sleazy grin disappears. “That one got taken out like a dog in the street.” “By you?” I raise an eyebrow, my mind racing for answers. “Not even close. Claude was our golden boy, sweetheart. We would’ve gone to war over him if we ever found out who did it. He was an incredible fighter.” His lo
Last Updated : 2024-12-31The Enigmatic Mafia Boss Chapter 17
Beatrice’s POVA couple of weeks later, I’ve managed to dig up some secondary info that could help with a conviction, but neither of them has let me in on their chats. Those seem to happen while I’m either asleep or off doing something else. My skills aren’t getting much practice. Instead, they circle each other like boxers, more focused on defense than actually landing a punch.I’m whipping up some lunch when Flint walks into the kitchen. “Heard we’ve got company coming over tonight.” He grabs a coffee mug from the cupboard next to me.“Yep,” I reply. “Got a problem with that?” I don’t even look at him as I add more Tabasco to the sauce on the stove.“If I did, I wouldn’t be talking to you about it.”“Right, you’d go chat with your brother.”Flint raises an eyebrow while pouring himself a cup of coffee. “Yeah, I would.”“It’s not cool to make fun of his accent.”“He’s my brother. I can do what I want. Just because it makes you all giddy to hear it doesn’t mean it’s not a bit ridicul
Last Updated : 2025-01-01The Enigmatic Mafia Boss Chapter 18
Beatrice’s POVIt takes a second for my eyes to get used to the low light of the strip club. The music isn’t exactly upbeat; heaven forbid the dancers actually have to move. Their bare bodies undulate on stage. I wonder how many of them are aware they’re actually stripping and that there’s a bunch of guys staring at them from below. As I look around the bar, I’m relieved to see James is on shift. At least something is going right today. Now, I just need to figure out how to get him alone. He’s at the far end, serving a single customer, while the rest of the crowd is huddled in the perv section. I’m so focused on James that I don’t notice the bouncer coming up to me. “You here for an interview?” I give him a smirk. “Not exactly.” He looks confused. “What do you mean?” “Flint De Luca sent me.” “Does Mr. Zhang know you’re coming?” “Not a clue. Flint just told me to show up, so here I am. You know how it goes.” The bouncer nods curtly. “Enjoy a drink on the house. I’ll find Mr. Zh
Last Updated : 2025-01-03The Enigmatic Mafia Boss Chapter 19
Beatrice’s POVI didn’t think twice and just hit the button while Dalton swerved again. The motorcycle jerked to the side with us. “Tris, what the hell!” he yelled over the roaring wind. “You’re gonna get me killed!” As they leaned in closer, I took a deep breath to steady myself. My heart was racing so hard, I could feel it in my fingers. I shot at the driver’s leg, and the motorcycle swerved back into control. The guy on the back adjusted his aim, but before he could pull the trigger, I hit the rider in the arm. The gun fell to the ground in the dark, and the bike wobbled before speeding up next to us again. “Aim for their damn heads!” “I’m trying!” Not really. Killing people means a ton of paperwork with the bureau. This stuff is supposed to be preapproved. The driver fired off a bunch of shots at the car, but they missed. This guy couldn’t steer, aim, and shoot all at once. The passenger was slumped over, holding his arm. “Ram them!” Dalton swerved again, and
Last Updated : 2025-01-04The Enigmatic Mafia Boss Chapter 20
Beatrice’s POV “Mafia,” I correct her, raising a finger. “We’re way more than just a basic gang.” Her laughter echoes in the grand entrance, and when I turn my head, I spot Flint standing at the junction of the two sides of the house, hands tucked in his jeans pockets. “You off to spill some tea?” Sierra tilts her head. “Just catching up on how Tris nearly got herself killed today.” “Sounds like a bit of an overstatement.” “Oh.” She pretends to be confused. “You were there, huh?” Flint smirks slightly. “Not exactly. Dalton tends to blow things out of proportion.” I feel a flicker of annoyance. I’m not keen on exaggerating what went down in front of Sierra, but come on, let’s stick to the truth. We could’ve been in serious trouble because Flint wants Nolan back on his side. “We’ll catch you at dinner.” I pull her around the corner, heading through Nolan’s part of the house to mine. We reach the end of his hallway just as his bedroom door swings open. “Tris!”
Last Updated : 2025-01-04
Latest chapter
The Enigmatic Mafia Boss Chapter 74
Flint’s POVBefore I’m fully awake, I sense something is wrong. The room is too still, the spot beside me too cold. Her flowery scent lingers, but not in the way it does when she’s present.I sit up and rub my eyes. A hint of light peeks between the curtains. I don’t remember the last time I slept so soundly. Rare for me to tune out noises in the background, even in sleep. Alert is alive.Her stuff, strewn across the floor last night, is gone. I slept through her packing. Throwing off the covers, I check the bathroom to be sure, but I realize what’s happened. She went to Ireland without me. On the dresser is a mound of bills.Jesus.She paid me like I’m a fucking prostitute.Snatching my jeans off the floor, I tamp down the spurt of rage threatening to escape—at myself, at her. My room key is in my back pocket. Will my passport and other forged documents still be there?I dress in hurried movements. The money sits on the dresser. Not taking what she’d left is stupid, even if having the
The Enigmatic Mafia Boss Chapter 73
Sierra’s POVThe smart thing would be to ask him to leave my hotel room, to step back, to readjust my shirt. After he leaves, I’ll satisfy my lust in another manner—that’s the smart thing. The tiniest part of my brain still knows that even as the timbre of his voice sends a shiver of desire racing down my spine.Whenever Flint is this close, my mind short-circuits, and it’s all I can do to remember my name. The sharp, tangy scent of him, the way he worships and devours me, the way his skin slides over mine, makes my senses go into overdrive, hyperaware, poised for release.“Fuck me,” I whisper, rising on my toes to press my lips against the sensitive spot on his neck.“I didn’t hear you.” His voice is guttural, on the edge of losing the control he has left.Glancing up at him under my lashes, I smirk. “Then I guess you should leave so I can take care of myself.”He deftl
The Enigmatic Mafia Boss Chapter 72
Flint’s POVRage courses through me, an old friend. Last time I felt this surge, I shot an FBI agent. I’d love to shoot someone again.Eric.I take another bite of my burger and chew without saying a word to her. She’s eating her salad in silence, an air of grief around her causing a corresponding ache in my chest. I hate that fucking pressure bearing on me.I do pretty much everything in my power to never experience regret and longing. Since she rescued me, they’re constant fucking companions. Whenever they rear their heads, I tell myself, that’s the stab wound or that goddamned gunshot just reopened.I’ve never been a fixer. Nolan is, Sierra is, but me? I’m usually the guy creating the chaos. My mind churns with ways to fix this feeling in me, in her. The best I can come up with involves going upstairs and using our bodies to forget, to remember, to fucking drown in each other.There’s only o
The Enigmatic Mafia Boss Chapter 71
Sierra’s POVFlint orders a burger and a beer. I get a salad and mineral water. I’m tempted to feign a trip to the bathroom to have my drink changed to vodka and soda. He’d never suspect unless he got close enough to smell my breath. A personalized breathalyzer is entirely possible. Since the lobby, he’s been looking at me like he could devour me instead of the burger.“Well.” I place my phone on the table. “You wanted me sober. What were you hoping to discuss?”Flint smirks. “I didn’t need you sober for the conversation portion of the evening.” He turns his hand as though he’s flipping an imaginary object over. “Only for what comes next.”His eyes are ice chips as they sweep over me. Ice isn’t what’s running through my veins. Heat. So much heat I want to fan myself. Instead, I squeeze my thighs together and pray for the server to have understood mineral water
The Enigmatic Mafia Boss Chapter 70
Flint’s POVSierra goes into the office at the bank by herself. The building is shiny windows, gleaming metal, and polished floors. I’m not sure what I expected of a Russian bank, but not this modern.Jay and I are outside the door in case there’s any trouble. He’s glued to his phone, trying to chase up leads on Valeriya or the warehouse or any of the other fucking things going wrong. I miss having a device. Standing here with nothing to do gives me too much time to think.Part of me is annoyed Sierra didn’t see Valeriya for the lying bitch she’s turned out to be. Sierra has always been that way—loves hard, finds the best in people, even when she shouldn’t.The office door swings open, and she hitches her purse onto her shoulder. Jay and I flank her.“And?” I ask.She takes a deep breath. “She didn’t move the money.”“That’s a good sign.” Jay stops fiddling with his phone and tucks it into his pocket.“She cleaned out her accounts. There’s no way to trace her.”“At least you were righ
The Enigmatic Mafia Boss Chapter 69
Sierra’s POVWe’ve made Valeriya’s apartment base camp while we sort through her papers, search for clues. Jay is phoning airlines, checking security footage, calling taxi companies. Flint’s on a conference call with an IT company. They’re supposed to be hacking into her phone records or her email—preferably both.Seems like Flint’s right about Valeriya fucking me over. But since we don’t understand why she vacated her apartment, he can’t declare a complete victory yet. Or at least, that’s what I told him. Really the two of us sitting down for a sober conversation over dinner, discussing things beyond this work, terrifies me. There’s only the tiniest thread of my willpower intact.As I sort through the papers in a desk drawer, I come across a pile that stops me short. The surrogacy documents she signed. Back when I was with Eric, Valeriya responded to an advertisement I ran for a surrogate to carry a baby for me. In the end, the timing hadn’t been right, and I changed my mind.But I l
The Enigmatic Mafia Boss Chapter 68
Flint’s POVSierra insisted on going to a Russian doctor she has on call to get me patched up before venturing to Valeriya’s again. I let him check me over while Sierra and Jay are out in the waiting room.“All clear?” I ease my shirt back over my head.“Minor issues,” the doctor says. “Be more careful. You’re not healed yet.”I grunt as I slide off his examination table. “You service the Evans employees?”The doctor scribbles a prescription for pain on his notepad, rips it off, and holds it out. “Yes. Why?”“Valeriya? I hear her father is some kinda’ mafia kingpin.” I don’t take my eyes off him, trying to assess his level of knowledge.The doctor’s face is granite. “I cannot discuss her with you.”“She’s a client?”“Enough that I cannot discuss.”I fold the prescription and tuck it into my back pocket. For a moment, I stare at him, wondering if I can get him to say more. My instincts tell me she’s making dirty deals. She’s been working an angle or more than one behind the scenes. Who
The Enigmatic Mafia Boss Chapter 67
Sierra’s POVFlint's chest is pressed to my face. He's grappling for the gun at his waistband as his other arm helps shield me. It has to be the adrenaline. His injuries are still healing, and I've watched him walk enough the last few days to know he's stiff and sore. His movements are sure, fluid, painless.He glances at me, tucking his chin to meet my eyes. "Were you hit?"I swallow. My shoulder stings. Is the pain from a bullet or how he dragged me to the ground? "I'm fine."Flint breaks eye contact to scan the rest of the area. "Jay!""Here.""Ricardo?" Silence greets his second roll call. He has me pinned so close to the floor I can't see what else is happening."He's down." Jay shuffles to the door."Dead?" Flint says."Not sure.""Shit." Flint's free hand holds the gun, but our position means his back is to the entrance. "Any more shots?""Haven't heard anything for a minute.""Target?""Take your fucking pick. Could be you, Sierra, or Ricardo. You're all hot depending on who's
The Enigmatic Mafia Boss Chapter 66
Flint’s POVThe next morning, Sierra wears dark glasses and won't meet my gaze. Is she pissed at me for what I said last night, or does she regret coming on to me? Probably both.We file into the car. Jay eyes the two of us in the rearview mirror but understands Sierra well enough not to speak. We're headed to the location where the FBI agent is holed up waiting for his forged documents to start over. Jay runs a tight ship for Sierra, and his ability to get shit done is impressive."How far away is this place?" I ask as the city fades into the distance."About half an hour," Jay replies."Perfect." I peek at Sierra's stony face and settle deeper into the seat. I slide my hands along my thighs, and I consider the least assholeish thing to say. "Sleep okay?""Shut up, Flint."Guess that wasn't it. "Jetlag can be a bitch."Sierra tips her glasses down her nose and looks at me over the top of them. My mind flashes to every sexy teacher fantasy I’ve ever had. As though she senses the tight
