LOGINShare
Chapter 9
Last Updated:
2024-12-27 02:32:59
Related chapters
The Enigmatic Mafia Boss Chapter 10
Beatrice’s POVOnce his eyes adjust, he spots me at the bar. Dalton steps in right behind him, his broad shoulders nearly scraping the doorframe. James is busy cleaning the bar, keeping his distance from me now. I admire how quickly he can read a situation. Just moments ago, he was holding my hand.Flint frowns and shoves his hands into his pockets as he approaches me. “You came all the way to R Island just for a drink at this dump?”“It caught my eye.” I motion to the empty stool next to me. “Want a drink?” My heart races, pounding against my ribs. He followed me. How did I not notice? The fact that I missed it is scarier than him being here. These are the kinds of slip-ups that can get agents killed.Flint settles into the stool next to me. He glances over his shoulder and tells Dalton, “Keep an eye on the door.”“Whiskey?” I ask.“Irish Car Bomb.” Flint shoots me a sideways look.I swallow hard and signal to James, who’s at the far end of the bar. He strolls over like he’s got noth
Last Updated : 2024-12-27The Enigmatic Mafia Boss Chapter 11
Beatrice’s POVNolan and ten other guys are hanging around some vans and SUVs just a couple of blocks from The Corral. Even though we’ve been running errands together for weeks, this place feels unfamiliar to me since it’s in Morfil territory. Being here makes my heart race in a weird way. Sometimes I worry I might actually have a heart attack trying to keep my cool while everything inside me is going crazy. I really need to get rid of the note in my pocket. With so many people around, I can’t risk keeping it. I pull it out and crumple it up, tossing it into a garbage can as I walk by.As we get closer, Nolan’s eyes lock onto me. He steps aside and motions for me to stand next to him. I slide in beside him and glance at the others, trying to figure out how to bring up Flint showing up in Newport out of nowhere.It’s like Nolan can sense my tension. “Flint followed you,” he says, a smirk playing on his lips.I squint at him. “You knew?”“That’s why I let you go solo. Thought my screw-
Last Updated : 2024-12-31The Enigmatic Mafia Boss Chapter 12
Beatrice’s POVAs I step out of the bathroom, I catch the attention of fifteen guys, all sizing me up. Some are from Morfil’s crew, while others belong to Nolan. One of Terry’s guys gives me a smirk, and I can practically hear his snarky comment before he even says it. “Morning sickness? Did Nolan get you pregnant already?” He laughs, glancing at the others for their reactions. My mind races with clever comebacks, but I filter out the ones that might get me in trouble. “No, jerk. Just food poisoning. Next time I feel like throwing up, I’ll aim for you, sound good?” A few of his friends stifle their laughter behind their hands. “Wouldn’t be the first time a woman’s lost her lunch at the sight of him,” one of them chimes in, chuckling. Suddenly, the office door swings open, and Nolan storms out, with Dalton and Ian right behind him. He scans the room before saying, “We’re done here. The terms are garbage.” Terry leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. Unlike Nolan and Flint
Last Updated : 2024-12-31The 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 : 2025-01-01
Latest chapter
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
The Enigmatic Mafia Boss Chapter 65
Sierra’s POVI'm on my third glass of vodka in the quaint restaurant down the street from the hotel my family frequents in Volgograd. The place is a bit of a dive bar, grungy even, but I love the Russian food. Their kebabs are exceptional. If the man across the table from me wasn't so distracting, I'd be in heaven.We've barely said two words to each other since we were seated and ordered. I'm praying for our meals to come faster even as I gulp more vodka. Drinking this much is a mistake, but I can't stop myself.Liquid courage."What are you thinking about?" As soon as the question leaves my mouth, I curse the alcohol. The stupidest, most girly ask in the world.The vinyl on the chair squeaks when Flint leans back and crosses his arms. "Trying to puzzle out your employee.""Valeria?"He raises his eyebrows.Another stupid question. More vodka makes its way past my lips."Who has more clout than you?" He picks up his drink. His pain must be substantial because he took painkillers and o
