All Chapters of Your Dad's Perfect: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Sammi’s POVI step into Zade’s office, my heart pounding, fully bracing myself for the storm I expect. After all, I broke into his office, rifled through his safe. The confrontation feels inevitable—Zade isn’t one to let things slide. I expect his anger, maybe even a lecture, but what I get instead immediately throws me off balance.“How are you feeling, Sammi?” he asks, sitting back in his chair, his voice unnervingly calm. It’s the kind of calm that makes my skin prickle, setting me on edge. This isn’t Zade. Not the Zade I know. His calm, detached demeanor has alarms ringing in my head. This though, makes me wonder how I didn't see the truth? The way he sits in the chair, is like there's an air of untouchability about him. Like someone within the Mafia would have.“I’m fine,” I reply cautiously, studying him for any cracks in his facade. I sit down across from him, still waiting for the inevitable backlash. “I’m sorry, by the way. About how I acted the day you left. Lying about Will

Grayson POVThe pain is excruciating, but it’s nothing compared to the thought of losing her. Blood drips down my chest, the wounds from the knife still fresh, burning as if the blade is still carving through my skin. My body trembles, but I grit my teeth, forcing myself to stay upright despite the agony ripping through me.“I’m not leaving her,” I say again, my voice rough but firm. My jaw clenches, my vision blurs from the tears of pain and frustration that I refuse to let fall. “You can beat me, cut me, do whatever the fuck you want, but I’m not leaving Sammi.”Zade paces in front of me, his expression darkening with every word I say. His fists are still clenched, his knuckles white from the force of his grip. Joel Zak and Jax hover behind him, their faces twisted in grim determination. I know they won’t kill me—not after everything I’ve done for them, not after saving Zade’s life when everything was on the line. They can’t. But the way Zade’s looking at me now, it’s clear he’s not

Sammi’s POVThe hours stretch painfully long before we finally arrive at the hotel. Everything’s already arranged, thanks to Zade. I barely register anything—just the dull motions of getting inside, walking to my room, and collapsing onto the bed. My body feels heavy, drained. It’s not the traveling that’s exhausted me. It’s everything else. The last five days, spending every waking moment with Grayson, working, talking, being consumed by each other. Every night, he’d hold me, make love to me until I passed out, and now, in this lonely, sterile hotel room, it all feels so far away. So distant.Juliet knocks on the door, her voice soft and gentle. “Goodnight, Sammi. I’ll wake you in the morning.”I barely manage a reply, just a tired mumble as I sink into the bed, my body craving sleep, real sleep. The kind I haven’t had in days. My body gives in quickly, but it doesn’t last.The ringing of my phone drags me from sleep, and I groan, fumbling for it in my bag. My fingers are clumsy, bar

Grayson’s POVIt’s been a week. A long, agonizing week. Every day feels like a lifetime without Sammi. I’ve tried everything I can think of to reach her, to let her know the truth, but her brothers have built walls around her so high that I can’t break through. Every time I make a move to get closer, they stop me. It’s like they’ve erased me from her life completely, cutting off every lifeline I had to her.I’m ashamed to admit it, but I’ve been stalking her accounts. Well, not hers specifically—her brothers have probably made sure she doesn’t post anything. But the gallery’s account, Willow’s account… anything that might give me a glimpse of her. Every image of her feels like a punch to the gut, a reminder of what I’ve lost, and what she’s going through because of me. Because of their lies.The images of her work beside her mother’s are haunting. I stare at them for hours. To anyone else, she looks like she’s smiling, happy even. But I know her. I can see the hollowness in her eyes,

Sammi POVTwo weeks. That’s how long it’s been. Two weeks since that Halloween party, and three weeks since Grayson left, and I've been living in a constant state of denial and pain. I try to convince myself every day that I’m okay, that I’m moving on, that I’ve pushed him out of my mind—but it’s all a lie. Every night, I break down, sobbing into my pillow, wondering how it all went so wrong. A part of me still clings to this ridiculous hope that he’ll come back, that there’s some kind of messed-up explanation for everything.I don’t want to hope, but I can’t stop.“Sammi.” Zade’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. He sits down in front of me, watching me as I halfheartedly move the brush across the canvas. “Sammi, look at me!” he snaps, and I meet his eyes, startled by the intensity in them. “You’re late. Joel and Zak got all the Christmas stuff out for you the day after Halloween. It’s sitting there, untouched.”His words hang in the air, but I don’t respond. How can I? It’s true. T