All Chapters of All I want is you: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

As I walked into the room, my mind was racing with the weight of the information Pachi had shared. I had to tell Nathan everything and make him understand that danger was lurking closer than he realized. But when I tried to speak, the words seemed to fall flat. Nathan, leaning casually against the wall, didn’t seem alarmed. His calmness in the face of everything was both infuriating and disarming. “Nathan, I’m serious,” I said, trying to emphasize the urgency. “You’re in danger. Your family, Don Chappo, the Stones, everyone’s playing their hand, and it’s all pointing at you.” He walked over to me slowly, his eyes studying me, but not with concern. There was something deeper and more intimate. Before I could say another word, his hands gently moved to the buttons of my shirt, unfas

Nathan and I stepped out of the club, the chilly night air a welcome relief from the thick tension we’d left behind. He pulled out his phone, dialling swiftly. His expression was all business as he waited for the line to connect.“Don Chappo,” Nathan said when he finally answered, his voice low but firm. “I need to know…is everything still under wraps? No one should know about our business.”A pause stretched on the line as Don Chappo’s gruff voice finally cut through. “It’s tight, Nathan. Not a word outside of our circle. What’s going on?”Nathan’s grip tightened around the phone as he cast a quick glance over his shoulder, scanning the street. “We were at the club. Ran into some…unexpected faces. They’re circling, Don, and someone just hinted they might know more than they should.”The Don’s voice shifted, taking on a sharp edge. “Who are we talking about?”“Steve and Carlos,” Nathan replied, his gaze darkening. “And Steve insinuated he knew something. But you’re certain, no leaks?”

In the quiet stillness of the night, I stirred awake to the warmth of Nathan’s body pressed close to mine. The sheets were tangled around us, but his arms held me close, a gentle yet unyielding hold. His touch traced slow, lazy circles on my back, and even in the dim light, I could feel the intensity of his gaze as he looked at me, his fingers brushing along my bare shoulder.I smiled, meeting his eyes, still hazy with sleep and a tenderness that felt both new and familiar. In this soft, unguarded moment, there was nothing but the space we shared, nothing but us and the hours still wrapped in night. As if reading my thoughts, he reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and murmured, “I could get used to waking up like this.”I let my fingers wander along his jaw, feeling the quiet strength beneath his skin. “Then let’s make sure you get to.”His gaze deepened, the playfulness fading as he considered the weight of those words. “If only it were that easy,” he whispered, his ha

As I grabbed my bag and headed toward the car, Nathan looked at me with surprise. He raised an eyebrow as if to question my decision, but the glint of approval in his eyes made it clear he wasn’t about to object.“You’re skipping class?” he asked, a slight smile curling at his lips as I slid into the car beside him.I met his gaze and nodded confidently. “If there’s an emergency meeting, I want to be there with you. Whatever’s going on, I’m not letting you face it alone.”His smile widened and softened, and he reached for my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine. He gently squeezed my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. “Thank you,” he whispered, the warmth in his voice adding a touch of reassurance to the tense anticipation filling the car. I was glad I was with him.We didn’t need many words. In the silence that followed, I felt his appreciation, and he knew I wasn’t backing down. We were facing whatever awaited us together.“Go ahead and message your lecturer,” he said, h

The members of the board were expecting to hear from Nathan but he stood calm and reserved, looking at each one of them straight into the eyes. Some of them could not return his gaze and acted like they were busy or going through documents.Leaning close, I whispered softly, “Nathan, this board... it’s informal, remember? They only have shares of about 35% collectively, and none of them hold more than 5% on their own. You have a solid 55%, so technically, they can’t vote you out.” Nathan’s jaw tightened, but he listened, his eyes not leaving Katrina as she shifted uneasily in her seat across the room.“And there’s more,” I added in a lowered tone. “Katrina has already filed for divorce, so technically, she’s no longer part of the board. She can’t vote, no matter how determined she looks.”A slow, amused smile crept onto his face, barely noticeable but there, shining in his eyes. Nathan straightened and looked directly into my eyes for a brief moment, a glimmer of satisfaction flashing