Semua Bab The Mob Boss’s Girl: Bab 11 - Bab 20

I don't figure out what it is either. Not anytime soon. "I need a break," I say to Brett. "I need a bathroom break."He doesn't hear me. Neither does Victoria. I give up trying to make them listen to me and find my own way to the bathroom. It's not hard to find. It's in the room across from the one we were in. I walk down a long and narrow corridor to get there, and on my way there I see a couple making out in the dark. They don't stop when they hear me approach. I'm more weirded out by the fact that they were making out with masks on than them not stopping when I neared them. The bathroom is cool and clean. It's also empty. I lock myself in one of the stalls and empty my bladder. I'm glad I stayed. I'm having a good time despite my hesitance earlier. The door to the bathroom opens and two or more women shuffle inside. One of them is crying hysterically, and I feel so out of place that I hold my breath so I don't interrupt what's happening. "I can't believe him!" one of them is s

"I can't believe this," I say, absolutely flabbergasted. Brett scoffs. "How the fuck does something like this even happen?"We're practically alone in the parking lot since everyone else is in the party. It doesn't look or sound like anyone in there is going home anytime soon. I can't see how something like this would have happened without any of us having noticed earlier. This is the odd part for me. I look around the parking lot. I don't see anyone. I don't see anything beneath the car either. "The car was fine," Victoria adds. "It was fine. I mean, I didn't feel like you drove over anything, Brett.""Neither did I!"I pat my sweaty forehead. This conversation isn't getting us anywhere and I'm honestly desperate to get home so I don't cross paths with Luca Ferrante again. I'm honestly bothered by everything that has happened tonight. I should've known that there was something wrong with the invitation. Who would have invited us to such a lavish party? I should have known. I'm both

After Vinnie left, I was given the most unexpected news. We have a dinner with the Ferrante family. Just when I thought things couldn't get worse, the universe piles this on top of me. I didn't want to hear more about that family, much less see them. I'm getting ready with tears of anger brimming in my eyes. I wish I could tell them that I don't wish to go anywhere, but that'll lead to some kind of fight with mom and that's even worse than dining with the Ferrantes. The despair I feel is palpable. I don’t know how I’m going to get rid of these people. I want to go back to my old life where I didn’t even know them. As I apply blush to my cheeks, I try not to cry. There’s nothing worse than to feel like your life is out of your control. I have no say in what I do. It’s like my life doesn’t belong to me. I have to sit through dinner and endure the man that has been stalking me for weeks, and nobody understands why I don’t want to. Not even my closest friends. Again, they’re not to b

Luca picks the man up like he's picking up a child and begins dragging him out. People make way for them to pass and give them suspicious looks. Nobody says a word. On impulse, I follow him. I don't want to stay here alone. Technically, following him isn't the best choice because he didn't even talk to me, but it's better than being harassed again. Once we get outside, he doesn't stop there. He keeps walking down the sidewalk and then makes a sharp left. I don't even know how he's managing to drag this man behind him and look like he isn't putting any effort whatsoever. I hesitate before following him into the dark alleyway. There, he drops the man like a sack of potatoes. He groans and rubs the back of his head. As he does this, he attempts to sit up but Luca kicks him down. He groans and stays on the ground. I'm standing at the mouth of the alleyway and am watching them from what can be considered a safe distance. Luca reaches inside his pocket and retrieves his phone. He says i

MAN FOUND DEAD AT ROSE PRICK. I close the newspaper as soon as I see this headline. I close it so quickly that everyone around the table glances at me. I make a point of not looking at them as I fold the newspaper and place it beside dad. I pick up my cup of coffee and drink, but my hands are shaking. I can't seem to get that headline out of my head. I didn't even read the story. I don't believe that I have to. Luca killed that man. He had him killed. And I don't know what to feel about this. No, I do. I feel awful and nauseated. I feel like I'll pass out at any second. A man was killed because of me. This isn't anything that's easy to acknowledge even in my world. I only finish my cup of coffee. I don't have much appetite for anything else. I rarely read the morning paper, so I don't know what came into me to try to read it today. I would be better off not knowing, but at the same time, that's not quite true. I excuse myself from the table and go upstairs. Lately, all that I do