All Chapters of The Enigmatic Mafia Boss: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Sierra’s POVFlint orders a burger and a beer. I get a salad and mineral water. I’m tempted to feign a trip to the bathroom to have my drink changed to vodka and soda. He’d never suspect unless he got close enough to smell my breath. A personalized breathalyzer is entirely possible. Since the lobby, he’s been looking at me like he could devour me instead of the burger.“Well.” I place my phone on the table. “You wanted me sober. What were you hoping to discuss?”Flint smirks. “I didn’t need you sober for the conversation portion of the evening.” He turns his hand as though he’s flipping an imaginary object over. “Only for what comes next.”His eyes are ice chips as they sweep over me. Ice isn’t what’s running through my veins. Heat. So much heat I want to fan myself. Instead, I squeeze my thighs together and pray for the server to have understood mineral water

Sierra’s POVThe smart thing would be to ask him to leave my hotel room, to step back, to readjust my shirt. After he leaves, I’ll satisfy my lust in another manner—that’s the smart thing. The tiniest part of my brain still knows that even as the timbre of his voice sends a shiver of desire racing down my spine.Whenever Flint is this close, my mind short-circuits, and it’s all I can do to remember my name. The sharp, tangy scent of him, the way he worships and devours me, the way his skin slides over mine, makes my senses go into overdrive, hyperaware, poised for release.“Fuck me,” I whisper, rising on my toes to press my lips against the sensitive spot on his neck.“I didn’t hear you.” His voice is guttural, on the edge of losing the control he has left.Glancing up at him under my lashes, I smirk. “Then I guess you should leave so I can take care of myself.”He deftl

Sierra’s POVThe morgue is in the basement. I haven’t been in many, but the environment is perfect for dead bodies. Linoleum floors, white walls, bright lights. The distinct smell of disinfectant and decay latches onto my clothes, seeps into my pores. Later, when I take a shower, I’ll be expelling death.The attendant sitting across from me and Jay has a picture on the table turned face down. Jay was in the middle of calling Irish contacts when he got a text alerting him of a body being dragged out of the Belfast Harbor. We didn’t think it could be Valeriya. What were the chances?My phone pings in my purse, and I tense. Jay’s sideways glance is accompanied by the tiniest smirk. If we weren’t here doing this, I’d tell him to shut up. He knows I’m anxious because half of my brain expects Flint to call, to show up, to do something reckless even though he doesn’t have the means.The younger man offers a kind smile. His baby-faced good looks only reinforce my advancing years. “You’re Vale

Flint’s POVI’m fucking broke. Again. But I’m in Ireland, and I’m in Sierra’s hotel room sitting in the dark, waiting for the FBI or the CIA or whatever government organization cornered her in the PLA bar to bring her back.At what point do I stop waiting? I don’t know. I’ve been chasing my tail since I got here.Demid’s guard got me Jay’s phone number, helped me organize a private plane to Belfast, and drove me to the airport. Turns out, he wasn’t as inept as I thought. Once I was here, getting to Jay was easy.Figuring out what happened to Sierra? Hard and expensive. The temptation to put a bullet in Jay’s head for losing her was overwhelming. My anger has been on a rapid boil just under the surface since I arrived. He’s more suited to the role of a personal assistant than a bodyguard. Fucking useless. He’s been running around Northern Ireland like a chicken with his head cut off.After every decent option hit a dead end, I called Thomas Baldwin in Dublin to have pressure applied to

Flint’s POVColor leaves her cheeks in a rush, making her washed out, too pale. My head and my heart war over whether to go to her. Before I do anything else tonight, I need the truth.“I drank that night. Do you honestly think I would have been drinking if I was aware I was pregnant?”I search her face, checking for any sign she might be lying. “You found out…”“When I woke up from surgery.” Her gaze connects with mine across the divide before slipping away. “I never had the chance to tell you.”“In the hallway, when I spoke to Charles, when he warned me off…”“He knew, yeah. My father.” She secures a stray strand of hair into her braid. “He’s always had these misguided ideas about what’s best for me. I’m not sure he’s ever understood me.”“Seems he still doesn’t,” I say as she brushes a few more tears from her cheeks.I clench my hands and shove them into my pockets. My chest aches with longing, with the desire to go to her, comfort her.Touching her is a bad idea. Too much will spil