All Chapters of Married to my fiancé's father: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ALESSANDRO “Okay, back to the business at hand,” I stopped all this bird flipping. “Do we have any update on fucking Calvino and what he is doing?”Giovanni grabbed his glass and took a drink. “I have a little bit more detail on the Romano connection to the trafficking.”Giovanni, or the Wolf, as we called him, had an unkeen way of finding out details on everything and everyone. We called him the Wolf because the bastard had the instincts of a wolf. He was highly intelligent, sometimes a loner, dominant, but above all loyal. Except that his family fucked him over - it certainly seemed a running theme around here.“We are all ears,” I told my friend.“Now take this with a grain of salt since there is no hard evidence,” Giovanni started. “The Calvino Family is old, they go back at least two centuries here in the States. So does the Calvino family and they have been shipping girls all over the world for Auctioning to Mobsters and members of the mafia worldwide.” Enzo nodded. “No, I a

LORENA I was sure if I ran into him in the dark alley, I’d run the other way. He looked like a total badass. “Giovanni and Alessio.” The latter two were more clean cut than Enzo and Luca but still gorgeous specimens. I hated to admit it but these guys were devastatingly handsome. Of course, none of them compared to Alessandro , but they were pretty close. And every single one of them was dangerous. There was this air of ruthlessness about them. They smiled but it was all a facade. They’d kill you just as easily as smile. “And you know Alessandro ,” Zia added, chuckling.“Unfortunately,” I muttered.“You didn’t think so earlier,” my husband retorted with a smug grin, and instantly my cheeks burned with embarrassment. I fucking hated this guy. I really did.Yeah, keep telling yourself that.Although there was a smile on his full lips, I couldn’t decipher the look in his eyes. He stared at me with hunger or threat. Maybe those two were the same since either would shatter me.“Nice to

LORENA “We’ll make it seem like a coincidence we ran into Ethan,” I added.“As long as your father is not with him,” Ella muttered under her breath.“I guess if they are both there, maybe we should kill them both,” I retorted dryly, changing my earlier opinion. We might as well go all the way to hell. “God, how did we become this?” I muttered.“We’ve been dealt some shitty cards.” Now, that was an understatement of the century. Our families with some fucked up agreement, offering their daughters up to criminals. “But hey, at least we found each other.”I smiled softly at her statement. Despite all the things that happened, I was glad it brought us together“And that’s priceless.” I meant it too. Ella and I have been through so much; to hell and back together. “Okay, let’s start with Ethan. I’ll put a will in place and have a contingency plan for Matteo in case shit goes awry. Let’s focus on getting some information from Ethan Anything that would hurt my father. And we’ll swipe a few

ALESSANDRO I studied my wife throughout dinner. There was no doubt; she had spread her wings over the time we spent apart. From the moment I found her, she kept surprising me. The latest revelation about her was hard to reconcile with the woman I remembered. The woman I married. But I realized I loved this side of her too. It would seem there wasn’t a side of her I didn’t enjoy.Lorena was the Ghost. My Ghost, my runner. Massimo was finally able to penetrate through their firewall and retrieve the email correspondence. Massimo worked through some of her transaction history, and apparently, he still has to break through a few more firewalls, so we could track every single one of her transactions.She is the fucking Ghost! I was so shocked I couldn’t even enjoy the fact my intuition was right when I suspected the Ghost was a she.Right now, my first inclination was to deny her a lawyer without knowing what she needed it for.It made me uneasy not knowing, especially as layers of her

LORENA And God help me, I might be too because when Alessandro claimed me as his in the middle of the nightclub, every inch of my skin warmed and his burning gaze sent a warm timbre down my spine.I watched in shock, as he used Ethan’s face as a punching bag. I didn’t even know he was in the club.After the lawyer drafted the will, Zia witnessed it, and Alessandro’s attorney assured me it was valid as of that moment. Ella and I rushed to get ready. Yes, Alessandro dragged me back to the States, but now I took charge of what I could do. However little that might be. I had to do something, starting with obtaining a copy of my parents’ will.But this was not how I saw our night ending.I wet my lips, trying to calm my nerves. Alessandro wanted to know why I stole Ethan’s keys out of his pocket.“I need a copy of my grandparents’ will.”I couldn’t come up with any feasible explanation other than the truth. My husband's bloody knuckles reminded me how brutal he could be. Something deep