All Chapters of Okay, Daddy: Mafia’s Lord Betrothed Little Bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I leaned back in my chair, fingers tapping against the polished wood of the long conference table. The room was filled with the faint scent of cigars and cologne, mingling with the tension hanging in the air. My council members sat in their usual seats, their eyes cautious, calculating. Some of them were older, men who had been part of my father’s empire before I took over. They rarely spoke unless necessary. The younger ones, my cousins, had fewer reservations. They weren’t afraid to push, to prod—because they knew they had their own weight in this business. I never liked dealing with them. Family by blood, yes, but never by choice. They were only here because their presence benefited my organization, and they knew it. They also knew I wouldn’t tolerate disrespect. The meeting had been going smoothly so far—updates on shipments, financial reports, discussions on security. Nothing unexpected. Until one of my cousins, Marco, leaned forward in his seat, tapping his ring against the ta

I didn’t think. I just moved. One second, that bastard had his hands on Mya, his lips inches from hers. The next, she was yanked away and pressed against me, my arm locking around her waist like a steel trap. She stumbled into my chest, her breath hitching, the scent of her perfume flooding my senses. And then— CRACK. My fist collided with his face. The satisfying crunch of bone followed as his head snapped to the side. His drink slipped from his fingers, shattering against the floor, the liquid splattering over his expensive shoes. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. The flashing club lights pulsed against the tension in the air. Conversations halted. Bodies froze. Every eye turned toward us. The music still thumped, the bass vibrating through my ribs, but all I could hear was the rage of my blood. That was supposed to end it. But then— The bastard laughed. A slow, dark chuckle as he wiped the blood from his lip. He lifted his head, his eyes gleaming with mock

My heart pounded the entire ride home. I didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol still buzzing through my veins or the way Angelo looked—his jaw clenched, his fingers drumming sharply against his knee, his entire presence humming with restrain. I should have been terrified. Maybe I was. But there was something else, something unfamiliar curling in my stomach, making my breath unsteady. When we finally pulled into the driveway, he wasted no time. He got out first, then walked around to my side, opening my door. Even in his anger, he was still a gentleman. That shouldn’t have made my stomach flip, but it did. I stepped out hesitantly, my heels clicking against the pavement. I barely had a second to breathe before his fingers wrapped around my wrist, tugging me toward the house. His grip wasn’t rough, but it was firm—unrelenting. My heart started hammering. Something told me this wasn’t over. I expected him to let me go once we got inside, but he didn’t. He dragged me through

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry as he stared me down. His eyes were dark, unreadable, and his body was so still it made my skin prickle. I almost regretted saying anything at all. Almost.“You what?” His voice was low and sharp, cutting through the space between us like a knife.I forced myself to hold his gaze, even as heat crept up my neck. “You heard me,” I muttered. My fingers clenched into fists at my sides. “I want to experience things. Just like you do.”His jaw ticked. His whole body radiated tension, like he was holding himself back from something.“Experience what, exactly?” His voice was quieter now, more dangerous.I took a shaky breath. “You know what I mean,” I mumbled, looking away.“Say it,” he demanded.My face burned. I clenched my jaw and forced the words out before I lost my nerve. “I want to get… fucked.”The second it left my mouth, I wanted to dig a hole and throw myself in. My hands flew to my face as I squeezed my eyes shut. Oh god. Oh god. What

The day had been long, unbearably so. The meetings had dragged on, each one more tedious than the last, and my patience had worn thin hours ago. Every person in that damn room had seen the headlines this morning—I could feel it in the way they spoke, in the way they stole glances at me when they thought I wouldn’t notice.It was the silent judgment that grated on my nerves the most. The unspoken questions lingering in the air. Is the marriage fake? Is she cheating? Does he even care?The worst part? The whispers had already started.I needed to shut them down. Fast.I was now standing outside a dimly lit warehouse, I rolled my shoulders, trying to ease the tension that had settled in my muscles. The air was thick with the scent of gasoline and metal, the usual industrial stench of places like these. My two closest friends, stood beside me, both watching me closely.They weren’t fools. They could tell something was off.“So,” Marco started, his voice light, almost amused. “Did you see