All Chapters of All Because I Kissed a Stranger: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“I sent a word to Barbieri and Rossi.” Rowan moved to stand next to me. “After tonight, Blandini's allies would surely look for some ways to retaliate. They would probably go for Rossi first.”I nodded, keeping my eyes on the tall fence surrounding Blandini's estate on the far outskirts of East Hills. Those fuckers found a perfect place to build their fortress. It was surrounded by a vast forest—a perfect spot to hide whatever ill businesses they had been doing. Now this fortress would become their mass grave. “We'll need to send our squad to Aurelio's home. They could use better protection.”“I took care of it already,” he muttered, scanning the area before us.“Good.” I pulled out my Glock and checked the extra clips hidden in my pants pockets. Our black combat clothes flawlessly blended with the darkness around us. We remained hidden just like the rest of our men spread into positions around the fence, waiting for our signal. Rowan and I were right by the first line of trees, less

HUNTER“Blue balls it is,” I grunted as Rowan and I passed the prison corridor in the northern part of the estate.We rarely used prison cells; those we chose to eliminate were hardly ever valuable enough to be kept alive. Marcelo Blandini was an exception—or rather, was supposed to be an exception. Perhaps I shouldn't be pissed that he was dead; he would have died anyway. But I hadn't given this cunt permission to fucking die before I found out what I needed.Rowan dipped his head, leveling his eye with the scanner. Then he typed the code on the panel, and the doors finally opened. We walked inside, hurriedly passing several empty cells before stopping in front of the last one—Blandini's cell.Four guards stood in the corridor, their expressions grim, their jaws tense. I motioned my chin at one of them, and he opened the cell. I entered, and my hands curled into fists. That fucker had torn his shirt to form a makeshift rope. He'd used it to loop through the iron bars in the small win

Sitting in the restaurant with my father felt strange. The last time we had sat together, just the two of us, we had been in his office when I had come begging him to help my mom. Now I was the one sitting comfortably while he seemed oddly tense. All the more I wondered what this was about.He stayed silent for a minute, observing me. He examined my black Versace blazer and pants and my delicate but carefully applied makeup. His lips pursed as he realized the obvious change, not the clothes or cosmetics, but confidence. I was no longer the scared girl he had used to repair his company's image. He must have known that before inviting me here. He experienced it first-hand at the wedding. It visibly made him feel uncomfortable, perhaps even triggered his irritation. Well, I surely wasn't going to make this conversation any easier for him.I leaned back in my seat and fixed my eyes on him. “Well?”He corrected the lapels of his dark gray suit jacket and cleared his throat. “How's your mot

HUNTERRowan entered my study and halted as soon as he found me sitting in the armchair, whiskey glass in hand. His brows rose. “I thought you'd be fucking your wife now. The last thing I expected was to find you here,” he said, strolling toward the three-piece suit.One side of my lips twitched. “Change of plans,” I grunted, pointing at the half-empty decanter on the coffee table. “Join me.”He breathed out a laugh before grabbing a glass and helping himself with the whiskey. “Gladly.” He slumped down on the sofa, his eyes fixed on me, studying me, assessing me. “Want to tell me what happened?”I tilted my head back. “Her father is a larger pain in the ass than I thought he'd be.”“What did he do this time?”A wry smile twisted my lips. “He talked with Grasso and matched the dots. Then he told Catherine I planned it all so she had no other choice but to come to me.”Rowan cursed and drank from his glass. “So what did you tell her?”“The truth.”His eyes narrowed. “What version of the

CATHERINEIt was almost ten o'clock, and there were still no signs of Hunter. An hour ago, Ferro had told me something had happened in the club, and Hunter and Rowan had been taken to the police station for questioning. He'd assured me it was nothing serious, but I had a feeling he only tried to calm me down.I hadn't forgiven Hunter for all his scheming, and I wasn't sure I could ever fully forgive him, but that didn't mean I wanted anything bad to happen to him. And although I knew he and Rowan must have known how to deal with such circumstances, my restlessness grew by the second.“They should return any time now.” Gianna obviously tried to soothe my worries. “And in case of any problems, the Cartelli always had the best lawyers working for them. Even if the police wanted to keep them, I'm sure Mr. Noah De Santos will work something out.”I gave her a faint smile. “I hope you're right.”She grabbed the empty plate from my table, chuckling. “I am right. Besides, Ferro doesn't look w