All Chapters of Got Too Close: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"All of the recordings were turned in, Boss," Noah explained, watching Nico stand beside the window, his arms folded across his chest. "Fabio's replies seemed almost nonexistent."Sitting right on the table, Noah tried to read his body language but all to no avail. He appeared calm, almost unaffected, except when he looked up to the ceiling and exhaled or even dug his hands into his pocket."The recording was sent to the Quirinal Palace, and there's a high chance our man might still be around the vicinity watching what will happen next." If anyone ever told Noah things could escalate to this point, he would have down rightly called that person a liar, but with every news that came in, it was evident they were going down the drain."So what exactly do they have on me?" His voice still held that control, a brow raised on a closer look; he seemed bored with the situation.Strange "Your name was called during the meeting with Fabio; I mean half of it before he was knocked out or someth

Elena's POV.He finally shut the laptop while I walked into the room with a glass of water to see his face lowered to the table.Finally, I had met all of my husband's brothers, and just like I had been given the shock of my life when I found out Nico was a Don, the surprise was equivalent to me walking down the stairs in the middle of the night and seeing Zayne Xavier.At first, I had thought he was one of the goons, but then what fine-looking goon was this that I hadn't seen before?"Hi," he had grinned at me as I was about to walk into the kitchen, stretching forth his hand, "Zayne Xavier here."I stood there frozen and stuck to the ground to the extent Clara had laughed, for he, this man, didn't have the aura of anyone who could handle a gun.Until he pulled off his jacket, and I saw the tattoos and the burns, but even at that, it wasn't as much as Milo's. That I had concluded that only Milo was fit for the role. But with the way the goons respected him, I knew it wasn't about t

Zayne left the Manor that night, refusing medical care from Clara with a forced smile. With how he reacted to the bruises, I knew it wasn't where he was hurting.My heart ached too.Damon and I walked him to the car despite his rejections."Thanks, man," Damon shook his hand, "Thanks for coming despite knowing that could happen."His eyes darted from me back to Damon, "I'm fine with it. Now I know my place.""You didn't mean what you said back there, did you?" Damon seemed restless. "You can't cut Nico off.""I meant it," Zayne replied calmly, his words carrying a harsh truth. The bond between the two brothers had shattered right before my eyes."Come on, man!" Damon tried again.Zayne placed a hand on Damon's shoulder. "You were impressive. Dad would be proud of you."Damon's eyes lightened with pride, yet he continued to press, "Zayne, think about this shit again. Give him another chance; come on."And Zayne looked up, "Amara wants you now. Go in, Capo Bastone " he smiled.And Damon

"I'll pull him up for..."But before he was done talking the gunfire went off continuously, and soon the once defiant man on the floor became a lump of splattered meat."Questioning" Damon turned to find Nico still holding the smoking gun, knuckles white with how hard he clutched.He was tired of keeping track of the dead bodies his cousin had left behind.If the victims were lucky to read the room and spit out the truths, they were off the death list, but immediately the first sign of defiance left their lips; the next sound was the blast before the sound of a dropping body.He wasn't himself, Damon knew, his head wasn't in the game too, and as much as he didn't want to, he found himself understanding Nico even more.He just pretended not to care, but he did. And he was quite the sensitive one too, found deeper meanings to things, and maybe just easy to get hurt.And once he had his mind on something, it was hard to let it go, hard to make him understand it wasn't good for him unles

The kitchen was at a standstill. As the atmosphere became tense, Nico, whose frame looked suspended, was staring at the woman, his fingers twitching in anxiety.The woman's expression revealed nothing, her shoulders straightened and chin up, her eyes locked with the President's; she knew what she was doing to this poor man.Then finally, she shifted her gaze until it fell on me, and the brightest smile I had ever seen spread across her lips, the beautiful green pupils sparkling.She walked to me, reaching down, drew me up, and engulfed me in a tight warm hug, "Elena, I waited so long for this day,"It was the way she snuggled into me, caressed my hair, then continuously kissed my face that had me. Her scent was every shade of motherly, and I felt loved; in just a few seconds of being with her, I wanted to hold onto her forever.My voice left me, my head was empty for a response, and my throat suddenly felt rough and dry, so I smiled instead.She pulled back, her slim hands on my cheek