Semua Bab The Enigmatic Mafia Boss: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Beatrice’s POVDai Qing’s phone buzzes as we make our way to the medical building. “He’s out of the coma and ready for visitors. Perfect timing.” She slips her phone into her pocket. My stomach twists at the thought of James and the fact that Nolan and Flint are responsible for what happened. Flint did it for kicks, and Nolan thought he was protecting me. I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans as we step inside. I know he won’t blame me, but I can’t shake the feeling that I could have done something to help him sooner, maybe figured out that Flint was gathering people I didn’t even know about.“How are you holding up, seeing him like this?” She turns slightly and raises an eyebrow. “I don’t think anyone enjoys seeing him like this. That’s not really what you mean, is it?” “Well, I know you two had a… thing.” Dai Qing chuckles. “Did he mention that to you?” “He hinted at it a few times, but he never outright said it.” “That makes sense.” “Does it?” “I mean, he’s had feelings for yo

Beatrice’s POVI’m not quite sure where Nolan is as I pace between his part of the house and Flint’s rooms. The vibe over here is pretty gloomy with all the dark wood and walls painted in shades of black and red. Compared to Nolan’s side, which is at least a bit brighter inside, Flint’s area feels really cramped. Sean knocks on the door just as I’m tucking away the last of my clothes in a drawer. I’m tempted to leave my bags packed. If Flint remembers anything, I’ll need to make a quick getaway. But if he doesn’t, he’ll eventually notice I didn’t unpack, and that could raise some eyebrows. Honestly, it might be best to just leave everything behind. I’ll be starting fresh somewhere new anyway.I look up and see the guys have caught on to what’s been happening with me and Nolan, so I brace myself for a bunch of questions. “You here now?” Sean asks, his brow all furrowed. “Yep.” “Does Nolan know?” “Nope.” “Do you want him to know?” I just shrug. “Does it really matter? He’ll find

Beatrice’s POVNolan circles me in his room before he faces me and gives a curt nod. “They’ll still search you.”“One of us needs to have some sort of weapon on them.”“Can you sit with that knife against your thigh?”Striding to a chair by his kitchenette, I ease into it.“You look as though you’re a hundred doing that.”I laugh. “Well, you keep him talking while I sit.” I wink. “It’ll be fine. This isn’t the first time I’ve concealed a weapon for a meeting.”Nolan’s expression turns heavy, and he shakes his head. “It’s the first time I’ve given a shit if someone gets caught.”Rising, I cross the room and put my arms around his neck. “I doubt that’s true.”He doesn’t meet my gaze and instead brushes a kiss across my forehead. “I think I should go alone.”“You’re not going alone. You need someone to watch your back.”“It’s not my back I’ll be worrying about.”“I can—”“Yes,” Nolan says, pulling away. “I’m well aware that you can take care of yourself.” He raises one eyebro

Beatrice’s POVThe next morning, I feel like a zombie. Semyon recognizing me, Sierra spilling the beans about Flint’s involvement in his dad’s murder, and my own confusion about what to do with all this mess didn’t exactly set me up for a good night’s sleep. In the middle of the night, Nolan pulled me close and whispered sweet nothings about how much he loves me. Now that he’s let that slip, it’s like a constant stream of affection whenever he gets the chance. His sleepy murmurs didn’t help my rest at all.He’s off checking on some of their business, leaving me to hold down the fort. Flint’s supposed to come back this morning, so Nolan asked me to stick around in case Flint wants to catch up on anything. But honestly, there’s nothing to share, and I’m anxious that once he gets here, things will start moving fast in figuring out who hurt him. The second he remembers me, I’m toast. I know it, yet here I am. Sometimes I wonder if I’m just asking for trouble, especially after everything t

Beatrice’s POVMy mind spins from the revelations hitting me in the chest. Nolan saved my life. He’ll realize my mother put a hit on his father. Flint killed Claude. The last one bounces around in my brain again. Flint killed Claude. Flint almost killed me.Ignoring Nolan, I stride to the dresser to grab my gun. He reads me with ease, and he snatches it before I can slip by. I roll off him and reach under the bed to grab the weapon I kept strapped there for emergencies. We circle each other, guns raised.“You’ve been lying to me,” Nolan’s voice is a growl deep in his throat.“Yes.” My lies are done. I keep the gun trained on him, but love and anger are warring in me for dominance. “You’re no Boy Scout yourself.”“Never claimed to be.” He holds up the letter in his free hand. “This was to get close to us?” He gestures to the bed and the scattered papers he’s riffled through, but his focus on me doesn’t waver.My carefully constructed piles are a mess. He’s so smart I wonder if he’