Semua Bab My PESKY Boss: Bab 51 - Bab 60

    *Chapter 4: I would want myself*     Renzo POV     Hopping in my BMW, I take out my gun and place it on my thighs. This action of mine causes my driver and soldier, Remo, to swallow hard. He can be a saint for a made man at times. His black-colored eyes find mine as he complains while bringing out his rifle. "My cut hasn't healed, boss."     Shrugging, I proceed with filling the finest bullets in my gun. My eyes flit to his cold and narrowed. "It wouldn't. as long as we have the Bratva on our streets. Let's go"     One of my men working at my underground casino downtown saw one of the Bratva in my territory. We have been avoiding war to gain alliance for sometime now but they invading my territory is unacceptable.     Using

    Chapter 7: We all want bad boys     The bride's room is like a fairy tale, with high ceilings and gilded mirrors. I can smell the delicate scent of roses wafting from the vase on her dresser. The heavy brocade drapes are pulled closed, casting the room in deep shadows. It's seven in the evening, and I find myself pacing around in my room, biting on my lower lip. I am nervous.     Why wouldn't I be when I am getting engaged to the biggest mafia clan in the whole of New York? Ever since my parents confession a week ago, it has been a shopping spree for the marriage. And I still don't know what my groom looks like. I refused to see a photograph of him until today.     Is he ugly or handsome?     I wonder. What will his hands feel like? Will my heart beat fast like it did at t

    Sunshine POV     Chapter 9: Getting married     "This is very important to note, okay? Some of the family members on the husband's side are vegetarian, so we need to know what to serve. Also, make sure--"     I stand in the kitchen with my mother, watching her give detailed instructions to the staff about the likes and dislikes of my future family. I zone out during her second lecture because my mind keeps going back to what I said to that man. I'm rambling uncontrollably, and now I can't help but wonder what he will think of me.     "The real question is, why do you care what he thinks of you?" a nosy voice in my head asks, and I have no answer. I find myself feeling something for a man I don't even know, while preparing to marry another man for whom I feel nothing.

    **Chapter 11: "To Die by My Hands"**     "I still can't believe you are married now," Aiah says for the umpteenth time. Since I returned to this room with my best friends, it has been really quiet.     "The truth is I can't believe it myself. Guys, I am scared," I whisper softly, afraid that the walls may have ears. I am now a mafia's wife.     "You better, Rosé," Bali reminds me using my middle name, simultaneously giving Aiah the side eye. It has always been this way with them. Bali has no filter, whereas Aiah lives to sugarcoat situations. "As advice, you should get him on your side. Make him fall for you."     "Bali!" Both Aiah and I gasp, widening our eyes in response.      How can she suggest that?!

   **Chapter 12; His baby?**     Halting at his tracks, he smiles again and informs me in the most soothing tone, "Yes, Sunshine, you are very lucky to die by my hands."     Before I could make sense of anything, everything goes dark, and a force pulls me from behind. He grabs me by my hair, thrusting me into a dark room.     "Who are you? What are you going to do to me?"     "Nothing," he tells me, faking an innocent expression. I look around the empty room, breathing heavily. I can't find anything but boxes in this room. They are all covered in dust.     "He got rid of his last wife, and I will get rid of you."     "What?!" My face goes pale as he pulls out a knife from the pocket of his black suit. His steps are quick and heavy towards me. It doesn't take any effort for him to pull me to