All Chapters of All Because I Kissed a Stranger: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The place Lazar Fedorov had chosen for our meeting was called Vostorg Café. It was in Midtown Manhattan, but I doubted a lot of people knew about this place. No sign marked its entrance, and one needed a password to even step through the ornamented iron gates. The gates opened to the brightly illuminated, glazed passage. I entered it and immediately noticed more than several cameras set to watch the incoming guests. A faint smirk curved my lips. I wouldn't be surprised if it turned out Lazar actually owned this place…My heels clacked against the marble floor as I walked, the sound echoing through the passage and betraying my presence. Two bulky guards instantly shifted their attention to me, surveying my steps as if they half-expected me to stumble and fall somewhere in the middle. Well, truthfully, I would have lied had I said walking in those stilettos wasn't a struggle. Still, I kept my chin high and kept walking with all the confidence I could muster as if my life depended on it.

I stood on top of my veranda stairs, watching the line of Pelligrini's cars arrive and stop by the mansion's main entrance. Had it been four years ago, I would have been certain this shitshow had been Guido's idea. Now, I could easily assume it had been Arianna who wanted to let everyone know she was moving in.Standing behind me, Remo inched closer, grumbling, “Does she think she's a fucking queen or something?”Next to him, Ferro made a choking sound. “She certainly is nothing like our Mrs. Thorne.”Our Mrs. Thorne—that was what they all called Catherine. I hadn't even realized when they had sworn their loyalty to her. It had happened naturally at some point, and now none of them would have accepted another woman by my side. For now, however, I needed them to play along.“No hostility, boys,” I muttered, loud enough for them to hear me. “Remember that Arianna is most likely innocent in all this.”I heard their grunts in agreement. I knew they would do what they had to, even if none

HUNTERThis was a mistake, the last thing I wanted. The plan had been different. I'd wanted to take Arianna to Vincenzo's place where we could talk without witnesses. She'd surprised me by suggesting we should eat in one of the popular restaurants. I'd been reluctant but figured I should find a way to please her after I'd chased away her bodyguards. Somehow I'd fallen into my old habits and wanted to indulge her.I began to regret my decision as soon as we walked in front of the restaurant's entrance and heard people around us whispering. My irritation grew as we entered and instantly became the restaurant's main attraction. Arianna didn't seem to mind. She even smiled politely at some of the guests who stared at her in awe, as if she were a fucking saint blessing them with her presence.This was Guido's doing. I knew he would make sure everyone knew about my divorce and Arianna's return. What I failed to predict was that he would do it immediately and build a fucking legend around it

Run. I needed to get out of there. I needed to do it now. Swallowing hard, I raised my eyes to the intimidating man, mumbled another thank you, and started walking in the opposite direction. I heard his cold chuckle behind my back, but I didn't dare look over my shoulder.My heart kept hammering as I recalled the picture Hunter had once shown me, the picture from his club's security footage. To think I might have just faced the man who had killed Connor…I sucked in a shaky breath and ran upstairs. Then I maneuvered between the tables at a hectic pace, half-expecting the snake-tattoo guy to follow me. Only when I slumped in my seat and assured myself he wasn't there did I sigh in relief.“What took you so long?” Fifi scanned me as she filled my glass with new wine. “You look pale… Is everything all right?”“No.” I shook my head, trying to draw a deep breath. “I've just seen one of the renegades—bumped into him. I heard him talking to a woman with an Italian accent…” I trailed off as m

CATHERINENow I fully understood why Lazar spared no expense to find Katerina and her descendants. He wanted a family since those closest to him were all gone. Lazar's wife and his three-year-old son had been assassinated—a bloody message from the Bugrov family. Lazar avenged them by annihilating all the Bugrovs and then every last one of their allies, but he had never remarried. Now, nearly three decades after those drastic events, he was more than willing to fill the part that was missing…Of course, the Fedorov family was more than Lazar and his paralyzed and unconscious half-brother. Lazar's father, Kirill, had two brothers and a sister, and now, their children—Lazar's cousins—were the true core of the family. I'd spent more than an hour memorizing all their names and then several more hours trying to do the same with all the most important Bratva families.Lazar had told me about the hierarchy. Luckily for me, the Fedorov family was on the top of the food chain, and Kirill's desc