All Chapters of Marrying the Mafia's Daughter: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

LAKE“You look like your cat just died.” Rusher just joined me in the bar and ordered club soda.I couldn’t even go to the Bazz. Otherwise, her friends would suspect we were not on good terms.Since that big revelation at the Osmium, she had been dodging my calls, ignoring my texts, and I felt like shit all the time without her, not seeing her, and sleeping alone in bed with her smell all over it.I missed her so fucking much, but she was the one who left and didn’t want to be followed. I still had an ounce of pride left, and I never begged for women’s attention. If she missed me, she knew how to reach out and how to find me.Apparently, she never did. She was living her life with her grandmother while I was starting to lose my shit.As soon as her ex-boyfriend and the rest of his accomplices were locked up, I focused my time back on work. For a few days, it worked, diverting my attention from her.I accomplished some things, finalized the program design, and submitted it to the Hover

MAVERICKUltimately, I decided to go back to the penthouse willingly—not because of his ultimatum.Well, Lake was right, though. I was bound by a contract, and I was also his wife. Part of it was that I missed him, too.Since I didn’t have a car, Terzo volunteered to send me. I hadn’t opened the door to his bedroom when I heard shattering.My heart leaped as I went downstairs, only to see him glaring at my brother. It still sounded weird that Terzo was really my brother.“How the fuck did you get into my penthouse, drinking my— is that my scotch?”“Wow. It’s true, then. You don’t share, do you? Only child syndrome,” Terzo said calmly, with a glass in his hand.“Give me a fucking answer, or I will call the cops,” Lake warned him, clearly pissed off.“What are they going to charge me with? Trespassing? They need a long list to read my Miranda rights.”“Get the fuck out, Siciliano.” Lake was starting to lose his patience. He was getting furious. It was written all over his face.“I see.

LAKEI showered and shaved. I finally felt alive after a week of misery, all because of pride.I didn’t mind if love made me this way, giving me a reason to move forward. Rusher was right. I should have been there for her after that traumatic situation in her life.I still had a towel wrapped around my waist when she came to my walk-in closet.“Hey,” she said softly.“Hi.” I turned around, and she was smiling— the smile I had missed for a week. It was a huge relief that she was home with me. “You should call your Nana so she wouldn’t worry.”“I’ll do that later.”“Did you miss me?” I raised my hand and brushed her cheek with my thumb.“Just a little.” She gestured it with her fingers.“I can live with that. I missed you, Maverick. I don’t like what happened between us, and I should have been with you after that traumatic event. I’m so sorry, baby.”She hugged me, squeezing me tight. “I relived that moment in my head. It was horrific. I dodged death twice. What if I wouldn’t be so luck

MAVERICK”Bitch!”I gasped, and my hand went instantly on my right cheek. It was supposed to hit hard with that kind of slap filled with fury and rage, but it didn’t happen.Releasing a shuddering breath, I put my hand down and stared at Leah in utter shock. Homer pinned her wrist.Her face was red in anger as she tried hard to break free her arm from Homer’s grip. “Let me go! I will sue you of assault.”Homer snorted. “Or my client will sue your ass instead.”My anger boiled inside me, and my first thought was to slap her back, but I realized I was better than this bitch, and we were in a public place.“You’re lucky I won’t sue you, but if you ever do that again, make sure you do it hard because if I hit you back, I will make sure you won’t have the same face again.” I nodded at Homer to release her.The security guard arrived, taking Leah from Homer. “Are you okay, ma’am?”“Yeah.”Once she was gone, I blew a shaky breath, trying to digest what had just happened and why everyone want

MAVERICK“Augustine Maverick Bates II, we need to talk,” said the woman in her authoritative tone, who blocked my way in her fine suit.I didn’t have to ask what kind of work she did— it gave it away— it was a white-collar job. But what did she want with me?“Excuse me?”“We need to talk in private.” She looked at Cooper and then back to me.“Look, lady, whoever you are, you can tell whatever you want in front of me because I’m not leaving by her side.”“I don’t think so, Cooper Greene.”“Gee. You know my name.” Cooper laughed nervously.“I know more than your name,” said the woman flatly, no humor in her voice.“It’s fine, Coop.” I walked away from Cooper. Once we were far enough, I stopped and looked at the woman. “Who are you? What do you want from me? If this is about that incident, I already told them everything I could remember.”“This is not about what happened at your grandmother’s house and apartment.”“Who are you? How do you know that?” I strolled my gaze.She put on a good