All Chapters of Fallen From Grace [Married to the Mafia Novel]: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Dante doesn’t even seem bothered in the least about this situation. Granted Natalie and I aren’t in the best of terms after what happened. But blackmailing someone with murder, kidnapping and a lot of other shit is going way beyond the line. I read through the card again just to make sure I didn’t imagine it. “… men sent to seize assets… burn down their warehouses… kill their family— you want me to say this to her?” I ask my voice, gradually getting louder as I get to the most absurd parts. With half of my breakfast had already left my body, I feel faint. “Is she here?” I prompt further when Dante doesn’t reply, opting to walk past me and exit the room, only to have me following like a lost puppy. “She and her husband, both.” That’s when my mouth drops to the floor. “I can’t do this. I won’t do this,” I say with all the confidence I could muster. This time, Dante stops walking right in the middle of the hall going to his office. Without looking back at me, he speaks with a low t

JeanI wake up to the gentle press of soft lips against mine. In my groggy state, it takes me a while to register what’s happening. What a time to wake up. I can school my features to remain neutral, but keeping my heart rate normal is a difficult feat. I force myself to breathe slowly as Dante slowly backs away. He doesn’t seem to notice. Seconds later, I hear his receding footsteps and the gentle thud of the door as it closes.I wait a few minutes to make sure no one is coming back before I carefully peel open one eye to check my surroundings. No one is here, but making it outside is a different challenge. I don’t know when they will return so I must make haste.Despite my limbs feeling dead and heavy, I force myself to get up and get used to it. The pills despite only taking a few did quite a number on me. I don’t know for how long I’ve slept but it’s enough to cause a panic. Just like I’d planned.In a few hours, those little blue pills will have dissolved in the sewers and none w

Waking up in cold sweat, a pounding heart, and chills all over my body have been a regular occurrence that I don’t fight it anymore. My subconscious has stopped fighting it, so I let myself be consumed by the nightmare over and over and over.‘I won’t remember this anyway.’ I think subconsciously, because I never do, even if my body remembers the tremors and the ache in my chest.The thrashing is the worst. It’s probably why I wake up with at least half a dozen new bruises every day, from hitting it on the bedframe or the nightstand. The screaming is second because then, I wake up with a sore throat and hoarse voice. The crying is pretty bad too when I have to wake up with puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks.But I’m used to it.Which is why this time it’s different. Because, in the pitch black of my room, the exact same as it had been in my nightmare, phantom hands are circling my torso as I scream for dear life.I thrash and kick, anything to get rid of the foreign feeling, screaming

“Don’t worry, Bub. I got you.” The boy—no, the young man— cradles a little girl in his arms, trying to calm her screaming. They’re both wet from an unexpected dive into the lake and I watch, frozen where I stand.My sister almost died and I did nothing. I’m a horrible sister.“No, you’re not. You called me. You did the right thing.”Did I say that out loud?The young man stares at me with storm gray eyes burning with determination. He wasn’t going to stop until I accept that this isn’t my fault.But it kind of is. My sister and I weren’t supposed to be here. But I wanted to see this young man. He played with us, and he cared for us.That’s right. This person holding my sister is Gavin.~~~Why did I dream of that?I shift on the bed slightly and immediately hate myself for it. Wincing at the sudden movements, memories from the previous night flashback immediately.The slow and passionate sex turned into a rough night of fucking our frustrations on one another. I’m sure that if I look

The planning of each step took time but it’s all worth it knowing everything so far is going according to plan.Dante and Luca’s network of runners found us a lead and an address for a warehouse for Serafino’s drugs. Having managed to intercept their most recent drop, Dante had instructed his men to capture those who they deem useful.“Did it really work?” I ask just as Luca lowers his phone from his ear. He looks at me with a small smile before nodding.“It did. The plan worked perfectly,” Luca replies. Pocketing his phone, he gestures for Dante and me to follow him out of Dante’s office. “He’s ready to talk, Boss.”As the three of us walk out of the office, I realize that this is the second time that I find myself in the middle of the action. The first being Dante’s rescue.I shake my head to rid myself of the thoughts. This is no time to relive the horrors of this day, especially when I’m facing something similar right now. I need all of my focus or else, I’m going to spiral.“Who