#Chapter 71: Late Nights

EllaThe chilling revelation about Officer Daniels left a pit in my stomach, but not for the reasons Logan might've assumed. It wasn’t fear that gnawed at me—it was a burning anger. Injustice had always spurred me to action.As we walked back to the car, Logan turned to me, his eyes full of concern. “Ella, if you think this is too much, it’s not too late to walk away.”I let out a sarcastic laugh, masking the fierce determination bubbling beneath the surface. “Logan, walking away is not in my nature. This just got a lot more personal.”His gaze softened, relief evident. “Good, because I could really use someone like you on my side.”The rain had lightened up, but the weight of the situation bore down on us. “We need that casing, Logan. But how do we get Daniels to hand it over?”Logan smirked. “I have a few ideas.”“Such as?”He paused for a moment, as if deciding how much to share. “What do you think of a visit to Officer Daniels’ home?”I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Go on.”Logan

Last Updated : 2023-09-26

#Chapter 72: Objection

EllaA sharp jolt of realization pulled me out of my sleep. The luminescent glow of dawn was already seeping through the window blinds. How long had we been asleep?Frantic, I scrambled upright, inadvertently knocking a few papers off the cluttered desk.“Logan!” I shook his shoulder, urgency lacing my voice. “Wake up. We overslept!”His eyelids fluttered open, his usually sharp eyes clouded with confusion. “Ella? What time is it?”My fingers flew to my wristwatch, and a gasp escaped my lips. “God, it’s nearly time for the court session! We have minutes, Logan, minutes!”His eyes widened as he registered the severity of the situation. “Damn,” he cursed, running a hand through his disheveled hair.“Come on!” I urged, grabbing my files and purse, doing my best to appear somewhat professional. Looking at my reflection in a nearby window, I grimaced at the mascara smudged under my eyes and the crease lines imprinted on my cheek from the papers.As Logan and I dashed through the halls of t

Last Updated : 2023-09-26

#Chapter 73: Pièce De Résistance

Ella “Objection, Your Honor!” The courtroom was thick with tension, so palpable that it felt like a heavy blanket draped over everyone present. The high ceilings held shadows of statues from times long past, the weight of justice and history pushing down. The golden chandeliers that hung from the ceilings almost seemed to be swaying slightly, their dull glow illuminating the wooden panels which lined the room, giving it an age-old grandeur.

Last Updated : 2023-09-27

#Chapter 74: Self-Incrimination

Ella The golden chandeliers of the courtroom seemed to dim as Judge Milton beckoned Mr. Westbrook and me to his private chambers. The anticipation was suffocating, every step echoing with a gravity that felt overwhelming. The grandeur of the courtroom gave way to the more intimate confines of Judge Milton’s chambers—a room steeped in history, with dark wooden panels, shelves lined with

Last Updated : 2023-09-28

#Chapter 75: Bad Ending

Ella The familiar glass and steel structure of my firm loomed large as I approached, trying to shake off the morning’s events. The legal world moved fast, and I hoped the afternoon would be a reprieve. Upon entering, I was met with a hubbub of chatter. Everywhere I looked, small clusters of my colleagues were in animated conversation, their gazes darting towards me with a mix of curiosity and

Last Updated : 2023-09-29

#Chapter 76: Homesick

Ella Sobs shook my body and tears blurred my vision as I cradled my chafed wrists, the ropes having left their brutal imprint. Each throb was a piercing reminder of the dark ordeal I had just survived. God, why did I take the subway tonight? Why didn’t I call an Uber, or even call Logan to take me home after the work party?

Last Updated : 2023-09-30

#Chapter 77: Not Alone

Ella The evening shadows stretched long and dark across my apartment’s hardwood floor, a stark contrast to the flickering yellow street light outside that threw mottled patterns on the dark brick walls of my apartment. The fragrant scent of the lavender candle I always had lit hung in the air despite the fact that I hadn’t lit it yet today, but either way, its calming effects seemed los

Last Updated : 2023-10-01

#Chapter 78: Trust in You

Ella In Logan’s embrace, the world felt distant. All the fears and anxieties seemed momentarily shrouded by the warmth of his presence. But as we separated, the weight of the spilled wine on the hardwood floor brought a sudden, albeit misplaced, urgency to the atmosphere. The dark liquid spread lazily between the shards of glass, forming an ominous pool that mirrored my tumultuous emotions.

Last Updated : 2023-10-02

#Chapter 79: Safehouse

Ella In the dim lighting of my apartment, with the memory of spilt wine still fresh, Logan’s face wore an expression I hadn’t seen before—gentle persuasion edged with determination. “Ella,” he began, his voice hushed yet demanding attention, “I understand that trust has become a rare commodity for you. But remember when you asked me to trust you? I did. I told you about my mother. Now, I’m asking you to do the same.”

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#Chapter 80: The Whistler

Logan The air in the room was thick with tension as I strode in, my gaze fixated on the man I had trusted the most—James, my chief bodyguard and the one person who I put in charge of keeping an eye on Ella all those weeks ago when I found out about the men who harassed her in the park. There were moments in life where words weren’t required to convey the depth of one’s anger, and this was one of those moments. My face, I knew, was an open book of seething fury.

Last Updated : 2023-10-04

All Chapters of My Mafia Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

#Chapter 71: Late Nights

#Chapter 72: Objection

#Chapter 73: Pièce De Résistance

#Chapter 74: Self-Incrimination

#Chapter 75: Bad Ending

#Chapter 76: Homesick

#Chapter 77: Not Alone

#Chapter 78: Trust in You

#Chapter 79: Safehouse

#Chapter 80: The Whistler