All Chapters of Indebted To The Cruel Mafia Boss: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 92Katie’s POVLas VegasThe next dayFuck it’s hot.It’s not like I’m not used to the warm weather.I’ve lived in LA my entire life, but this is more than I expected, and trying to look fresh after spending the night in my car at a truck stop––how ironic, I know about this place from my father––doesn’t help me in one bit.I freshened up, showered, washed my hair, put on some makeup––mostly mascara and lip gloss––and did my best to look all right’––clean and rested before squeezing my limber body into a skintight dress and putting on my heels.They’re all Jen’s size and fit me like a glove.Okay.Surprise, surprise.I’m not interviewing for a manager position, and the job I’m looking for needs to start tonight.I could live out of my car for a week, maybe two, but not more than that. The weather is hot in September, and my AC is busted, blowing hot air.But I do my best, walking on my heels, as I look at the piece of paper in my hand with the hotel's address where Jen’s cousin

Chapter 94Katie's POVI prop my hand against the wall to steady myself, catch my breath, and put my shoes on.The silence is sobering, making me painfully aware of my clipped breaths.Silently exhaling, I study the area.Polished marble with a medallion design lines the floors while a crystal chandelier dangles from the ceiling.All right.Where is the exit?I start walking, hoping to find the door to the stairwell, since the elevator is no longer an option.Beau must be waiting for me downstairs.Unless he’s making the trip up as well.The thought puts a spring in my step. I need to get out of here as quickly as possible, and then I remember that I have a job interview.Or at least I had one.I’m already late and curse quietly as I can’t believe I blew it. But how will I work here if my ex knows where I am?He couldn’t stand the idea of seeing me with other people, especially men.He won’t be more agreeable to the idea now.No way. He can’t be here. Or I can’t be here.Panic soars th

Chapter 96Katie’s POVThey all have swift reactions consisting of smooth, rehearsed moves, and I don’t have time to figure out what they mean when my eyes slide to the stranger’s face.His gaze meets mine with a hint of curiosity and deliberate purpose.His focus is sharp while his eyes glint with questions, and he collects his own answers from how I look and how the man accompanying me behaves.Moving his gaze from Beau Anthony to me with a concerned, steady expression on his face, he probably notices the invisible tendrils of tension flailing around us.I use the brief reprieve to step toward him, and the suits behind him rustle once again with threatening impatience when he repeats his clipped gesture, and they draw still.Their shoulders are broad like his, and their eyes are divorced from any human compassion––not that the man in front of me has any, although he seems more concerned with what is going on while they seem blind at everything except his quick commands.“There you a

Chapter 98Katie’s POVThe elevator doors slide open before he takes my hand and leads me out.I was right.His grip on me is not casual, limp, hesitant, or optional. And the men who’ve moved impatiently upstairs are not gone. They follow us from a close distance.And they were waiting for us when we exited the elevator.I look around, trying to spot Beau.There is no trace of him.Good.He’s probably waiting for me where I parked my car.Oh, the thought of having to go there and face him, fend for myself, and survive another day makes me shake with fury.Speaking of that,“Hey…” I say as we move toward the concierge desk. “I need to talk to that girl,” I add, glancing at Cephus. “I had an appointment with someone here today and missed it. I need to reschedule it.”He listens to me intently, his head slightly tilted toward me, his eyes scanning the area around us and the space in front of the hotel.“Appointment?” he murmurs.“Yes.”It sounds like he’s questioning the truthfulness of

Chapter 100Cephus’ POVThe last time I saw a girl like Katie, I was seventeen and spent the summer in Sicily.I didn’t want to go to Italy that summer.Like every other kid I’d known, I wanted to spend the summer with my friends in New York. My father insisted, and my mother refused to side with me on that one.They were both enthralled with the idea of visiting our extended family.Me? Not so much.I knew little about Italy. I spoke Italian because my parents had taught me, and I knew my cousins, aunts, and uncles, but I wasn’t born there.I was born in New York. Long Island, to be exact.That summer, I didn’t know that two years into the future, I’d lose my father and shortly after, my mother.My father was a decade older, and his health could’ve been better.My mother died of a broken heart after his passing, which I never thought would be possible, but it was.So that particular summer, my father and I fought a lot.Who wanted to spend all that time over there?Not me, anyway.I