All Chapters of Now, the consigliere wants me back!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

*Victoria POV*I continued to stare at the message, blinking with bafflement. "What's the problem?" Carlos asked, sharing his gaze between my phone and me. "Hello!" He barked out, making me flinched and jerked back."Um... not—nothing," I stammered, shoving my phone away. "Hmm," he hummed, ducking his hands inside his pants and looking at me skeptically. I bet he didn't buy my lies. "Anyways, get set before 6 pm; we've got a birthday party to attend, okay?" I leveled my eyes at him; oh, that's nice." I forced a smile.I think I should be on my way now," I made known; he simply nodded his head and went back to his seat while I hurried out of his office. My chest was pounding really hard; as soon as I moved far away from the Russo building, I dialed James's number."Hey! I've got a problem; I think I've got a stalker or something." I spoke through the phone, telling him every single detail from the occurrence of the flower bouquet to the strange message. He promised to keep a tab on it

*Victoria POV* Carlos drove me back to the Russo Villa. I hadn't yet gotten myself, so he took me in his arms inside. "Thank you!" I mumbled softly while he helped me take out my shoes and jewelry and ducked me under the duvet. He strode into the bathroom before the noise of running water filled my ear—he was having his bath; I was too weak to go and do the same. "Do you want me to clean you up?" He enquired, trotting back to the bedroom. I shook my head as a sign of disapproval. I will blush to death if he sees me naked; I don't think I have gotten so free with him to that extent. "Okay," I watched him from the corner of my lazy eyes, fitting into a pair of light pajamas. I also didn't fail to catch sight of his flaccid manhood; it looked so small and harmless, but I bet when it's fully aroused, it can devour the hell out of someone. My eyelids were weakening with every passing second; I was slowly accepting the call of the god of sleep. Carlos joined me on the bed; he nudged me cl

*Victoria POV*"Oh!" I faked a sneeze, using that method to nudge her to the side, preventing her from taking a look at the other section."Hey! Are you okay?" She lost focus, reverting her full attention to me. I gave a rapid nod while also dragging her out of the section." I think I'm reacting to the smell of this place," I lied, hastening us out of the place."But nothing is smelling," she tried to protest, giving me a confused look, but I didn't allow that to distract me; I needed to get her out of there. "Hey! Slow down!" She snapped at me, but I still didn't slow down my pace until I reached the next two sections—where lingerie and bikinis were being sold."Seriously now?" Judy complained, huffing out most annoyingly. "What's the use of purchasing this girl?" I bite the bottom of my lips; I don't know why my heart is pounding very fast. I never knew this shopping would be a bad idea; I just prayed Maxwell wouldn't come here unless I wouldn't be able to do anything to stop this i

*Victoria POV*Her gaze fell to the ground before it rose again, releasing a loud huff. "I didn't know at first until after several nights of us fucking each other," my knuckles tightened."There was no way for me to know; whenever he goes to Manhattan, he always tells me it was his grandmother he was going to visit, not knowing it was his fucking wife and children!" Anger rose in me again. "Watch it, bitch!" I reprimanded her for the way she was speaking about my friend."Nevertheless, you know you're messing with my girl. You broke the girl's code, and I don't care whether you know or not because when you later found out, you still refused to back off!""You think it's that easy? I love this man! He means the world to me, and I've come to a conclusion that I don't mind sharing in the meantime," my eyebrows cocked up." For the meantime?""Yes, for the meantime, Maxwell promised to divorce her soon; besides, he doesn't even love her; he only married her because she got pregnant. The b

*Bradley POV*I stepped out of the shower only to meet a figure on his knees—Ted, to be precise. A young boy, he will be in his early twenties and probably still a newbie to make him have such guts to spill such about his superior.I tied the belt of my bathrobe securely, walked closer to my mini wine bar, and pulled out a bottle of vodka with two tumblers. "Come with me," I affirmed, going through a particular direction where my mini parlor was demarcated by a see-through wine curtain.I took a seat on the sofa; he rushed and took the one opposite me, making an evil smile creep up my face. He really has guts. "I admire your little bravery; you don't wait for me to offer you a seat; you simply did it yourself; that's applaudable." He swiftly stood up from the seat, fidgeting.I peered at him. What age did you become a made man?" I question firmly."At sixteen, boss.""How old are you now?""Nineteen, boss.""Impressive," I intoned, uncorked the bottle, and began to pour the liquid int