All Chapters of All Because I Kissed a Stranger: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“This tiny thing is an earpiece. It will allow you to hear us,” Enzo pointed at the small skin-colored dot on his palm. “I installed several cameras in each corner of this bunker to make sure we see you the entire time.”I nodded and cautiously picked up the earpiece. Enzo helped me place it in the shell of my ear. “Are you sure Marcello won't notice it?” I asked, giving him a nervous smile.He smirked and shook his head. “I think he's too arrogant to suspect you.”I chuckled, but the sound came out more strangled and awkward than I intended.I looked around the bunker—the place where Marcello and I would soon be locked, escaping the false contamination. There was nothing but concrete walls, floor, and ceiling, and two metal benches to sit on. I supposed many prison cells were more comfortable than this…To get here, I had to pass through an incredibly long tunnel. A massive iron hatch was at the end of it. It had taken Remo and Ferro to open it. Another hatch was on the opposite side

CATHERINEIt was nearly two in the morning, and I was sitting in our bedroom… alone. I had taken a shower twice. The first time, I'd needed to wash off the bunker's stench and the thick layer of cold sweat that seemed to cling to me like a second skin. An hour later, I'd stepped into the cabin once more. I'd turned on the hot water, hoping it would soothe my nerves.It didn't work. My heart was still pounding fiercely as I dried myself with towels and put on the nightgown. My head was spinning, and the urge to run down to the basement grew with every second.I knew I shouldn't. Besides, either Ferro or Remo would have stopped me if I had even tried to get anywhere near the elevator. Hunter's orders. It pissed me off, but a part of me knew why he didn't want me to witness it. I had known it the moment I'd looked into his eyes at the bunker. I'd seen the uncontainable rage. I'd known then he would have unleashed himself upon Marcello, and I wouldn't have done anything to stop him.Perha

Rowan sat on the sofa, arms crossed over his chest. “I don't fucking like this.”It was almost eleven o'clock. I had to leave my beautiful wife while she was still asleep and drive here to prepare for the meeting with Grasso. It seemed that Rowan was even more reluctant to that idea than I was.“You said it already… three times, as I recall.” I gave him a look.“Then I'll say it again,” he grunted. “I don't like this deal between you and Grasso. It might bite you in the ass.”I poured more whiskey into my glass and drank it in one gulp. “May I remind you that this cunt is currently our only source of information? Find me a better one, and I will gladly end the deal and him within days.”He studied me. “And just out of curiosity… how do you plan to end this? Unless you're ready to hand Catherine over to him, of course.”My hands fisted. “I'm not giving Catherine to anyone, and if Grasso draws out his dirty hand and tries to touch her, I will fucking separate that limb from the rest of

HUNTER “The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable…” I frowned at the screen and disconnected. Catherine's phone had been off for more than an hour. Ferro told me she was visiting her mother at the hospital, so I figured that perhaps her battery died, and she might have not even noticed it. Still, the fact I couldn't make sure she was all right placed me on the edge. A part of me was ready to leave the meeting, go to the hospital, and find out why she didn't answer her phone, but I couldn't. Not with everything that had happened in the last few hours. So for now, I had to pretend I was satisfied with Ferro's “She's fine. She's in her mother's room, and there are no threats around.” The moment Fabrizio Grasso had left my office, my instincts ordered me to run after him and end that son of a bitch, but I would have been a fool not to check that damn name first. Especially since we knew this guy was in the group that had tried to poison Catherine at the banquet. Enzo

CATHERINESomething soft and warm coated my body. Then strong hands cupped my head, lifting it. My eyes didn't open right away. Perhaps I was too tired to open them. I didn't know how long I had cried before curling up on the sofa and falling asleep.Someone stroked my hair, the touch gentle and slow. Maybe I should have opened my eyes by now, but nothing about that touch seemed alarming, and I… I might have needed some comfort. The stroking continued. I inhaled a familiar scent, and a faint smile tugged at my lips. Then my eyes opened. I blinked a few times before the blur of the scantily illuminated room turned into recognizable shapes.Now I knew my head was resting on Hunter's lap while he stroked my hair. I shifted to lie on my back and looked up, meeting his gaze. “Hi,” I whispered.“Doctor Sinclair told me everything,” he said, a heavy rasp in his voice. “I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner.”I rose to sit and combed my hair with my fingers. “I'm not giving up, and neither is m