All Chapters of Consumed by the Mafia: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Amy POVMy world had been flipped upside down more times than I could count. That was the price of being born into a family like mine. But this time was different. This time, it wasn't just another power shift, another bullet dodged, or another name crossed off some hit list.This time, it was Michael.The brother I had spent my whole life praying would find me, was suddenly back. Three months he had been in my life, and for three months, he had tried to tear it apart. His fear and anger were volatile, a dangerous volcano seconds from spewing death to any that stood around him. Now, today, he is standing in front of me in my school's parking lot, like some ghost from a past I had securely locked away. The boy who had once been my guardian angel, my protector. But he wasn't a boy anymore. He wasn't the brother I remembered.Michael was over six feet tall, blonde curls grown out, and built like a man who had spent the last decade training to be a weapon. Even Niko, the most feared man

Michael POV "Are you going to speak, or just stand there like an idiot?" I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, staring down at the girl in front of me. She had that same frozen, wide-eyed look she always did around me, her knuckles white from gripping the strap of her bag. Weak. Useless. I had no idea how the hell she was Amy's best friend. My sister had grown too comfortable here if these were the kind of people she surrounded herself with. "I... Uh... I..." Lucy stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. I sighed, already annoyed. "Spit it out, rat face." Lucy's lips parted, but instead of speaking, she scowled. For a second, she looked like she might tell me to go fuck myself. But then she hesitated, like she always did. I could almost hear her thoughts scrambling and panic settling in. It was pathetic how easy it was to break her down, how she just stood there, shrinking under my stare like some helpless little mouse. It reminded me of the first night I met

Amy POV "I'm sorry my brother is such a creep. God! I don't even know why he is still here." I slammed my bedroom door shut, wanting to rip it right off the hinges. All Michael did was torment my friends. He was trying to scare them off, but it wasn't going to work. Lucy sat on my bed, hugging a pillow. "He won't leave without you, Amy." Her voice was quiet, but certain. "He's a total psycho, but... he'll do anything to protect you." I turned on her. "Are you actually defending him?" "No!" She shook her head quickly. "He's horrible, and I hate that you have to deal with him. It's just..." She hesitated, biting her lip. "I don't know. It could be worse." "How do I get him off my radar?" she groaned. "He seems determined to torture me." I sat beside her, letting out a dry laugh. "Michael's just jealous." Lucy raised an eyebrow, as if it wasn't totally obvious. My brother hated anyone I was friends with, especially Lucy. "He knows you're part of the reason I won't leave.

Lucy POVI stared at the kitchen door for at least twenty minutes before I finally picked my jaw up from the floor.I didn't just kiss him.It wasn't just any kiss either. It was an earth-shattering, mind-blowing kind of kiss. The kind you lose yourself in. The kind that makes your stomach twist and your knees weak.I never felt that before. Not with anyone.Maybe I should drink more often.I stabbed my fork into the cake, taking another too-large of a bite before shoving it back into the fridge. I needed to sleep. I kissed Michael. Amy's brother. A man who probably kills people for a hobby.And I liked it.Scratch that, I'm never drinking again."You okay?" Amy asked as I crawled under the covers."Yeah, just too much alcohol and sugar," I mumbled, hugging my pillow tighter.Amy let out a knowing sigh. "Did you eat cake, Lucy?"I groaned. "Just one."She playfully scolded me, but I barely heard her as she curled up beside me. For years, I practically lived here, always sharing a bed

Lucy POV"I can't believe he stole my car!" I paced, heels clicking against the hardwood. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, heat rising to my face.Amy, sitting on the bed, calmly buckled her heels. "If he wrecks it, I'll ask Uncle Niko to buy you the newest model." I shot her a glare. "That's not the point, Amy!"Michael always did whatever he wanted. No consequences. No regard for anyone else. And what made it worse? I couldn't stop thinking about him.I caught my reflection in the mirror as I pinned one side of my hair back, the long, golden curls cascading over my bare back. I looked stunning, sure, but I was too furious to even appreciate the effort I'd put in tonight.Amy sighed softly and stood up, coming over to me. "I know. I'm sorry." She reached for my hand, and I reluctantly let her take it. She had styled her hair the same as mine, her dark curls pinned back with a matching flower clip, and in any other moment, I would have smiled at how perfectly we matched."I'