All Chapters of Mafia's Dangerous Addiction: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I ran up to my room, then towards the closet. The red dress I had picked out was right in front, and I pushed myself into it, then started to comb my hair down. I could hear myself squealing inside, my chest heaving.I had finished wearing the dress and was reaching out for shoes when I heard a loud crash downstairs. My eyes widened as I could recognize the large sounds of shattering glasses and the loud clatter of decor.Abandoning the shoes, I ran out, and what I saw shocked me to the bones. Vector was standing in front of the dining room, and the workers all hurdled together away from him.He was holding the white table cloth that I had used to cover the dining table, and his eyes were wide, veins popping out of his forehead.I slowly came down, my eyes taking in the mess. The cake, the food, the wine, the candles, everything was scattered on the floor, and I saw Manuel put out the edge of one of the flowers as it caught fire."Vector," I said, disappointment filling me up and reac

He broke the kiss, their breaths ragged, and I could hear their arousal from where I was sitting."I see you have her."She gave a chuckle, and I turned in time to see the proud glint in her eyes. "She was quite predictable. I told you it would work."My lips parted. Had she thought of everything, from Vector's reaction to mine?He smiled, and she slowly caressed his wounds. "You shouldn't have done that, baby. You should have waited for me to handle it.""I couldn't stand you trying to seduce him. I couldn't see that." He let her go, and I saw something pass in her eyes as he walked away. "I would have been doing it for us. And he was already occupied.""Vector is a fool," Emilio said, grabbing a hip flask. "You are the real deal."She smiled, then gave a small sigh. "How is he?""Vector?"My ears perked, and I watched Emilio, my brows furrowing. If only I had listened to Manuel. If only I had stayed back at the mansion. The last thing I wanted to be against Vector was a leverage."

My eyes fell on the phone, my lips parting. "Give Red back to me," Vector said slowly, emphasising each word. I could feel the coldness in his voice, the slight growl. I could see his eyes right in front of me, and I hated how used to him I have become. How much I have grown accustomed to him."But Vector, I...""This is because of the funding, am I right?"Emilio sighed. "Wel, I was going to call you anyway.""I like to cut to the chase, you know that. Half of a billion. Inside four suit cases. Come to the mansion with Red and a car. I am not following you or offering again." The call immediately quenched, and I swallowed, my eyes reaching Emilio's. "What are we waiting for?" Claire asked, her hands on her waist. "He has the money. We should have done this sooner. We should have...""He is trapping us.""We have her.""It doesn't matter. The casa is his den.""You know the in and out of that house. Even I know a lot and...""Do you think that matters here? Do you think we will have

Vector's eyes slowly left mine and fell on the gun, then back up to my eyes. He looked confused, almost hurt, and I hated myself for the guilt that stabbed through me. He had probably been expecting a warm welcome. An embrace. Those heated kisses. But what sort of daughter would I be to give him those knowing very well that he hid my father from me all this time? What sort of daughter would giving into my heart make me?I swallowed hard as he took a step forward to me. "Red," he said, his voice low. "Drop the gun.""Tell me where my father is," I said, my brow raising. "I need to find him.""You don't," he said, his black eye thinning considerably, so the colour filled it. "You don't need to find that bastard.""So it's true? You really... didn't kill him? You really didn't kill him all this while?""No," he said, and his eyes darted across both of mine. "Twenty million was not enough for me to."I blinked, my lips lightly quivering. My body trembled, but I gripped the gun even tight

I wasn't sure how long I stayed there, but one thing I was sure of was that I didn't know where to go. Or what to do. I could go upstairs and be with Vector. I could walk out and never return. Both shattered me into pieces, and I stayed there on the floor that was littered with guns, blood, and glass.I slowly stood up, then turned towards the stairs. I slowly made my way to the foot of the stairs, then hesitated again, my chest heaving as I held on to the railing. I sighed, then climbed it one by one. It felt too fast and way too slow, like I was spending one second of my life on it and my entire lifetime at the same time. Soon, I got to Vector's room, and I stood by the door. This room had been just like home to me. Going and out, being in his arms and his presence. Slowly, I opened the door and peeked in, my lips parting. Vector was lying in bed, his eyes closed, his hand resting in his shoulder. His breaths were slow, and his lips were lightly parted. I closed my eyes, the tea