บททั้งหมดของ Owned by the Billionaire Mafia King: บทที่ 371 - บทที่ 380

MichaelIt felt a little strange, going to Camilla’s mother for help. I had to keep reminding myself she wasn’t just Camilla’s mother, she was my boss. I was coming to her because she was one of the leaders of the Deverioux family. I knocked on the door with one hand and gently squeezed Isabella’s hand with the other. I tried not to think about what Camilla would think about this. She was already upset with me, but I had to do this for her protection, and Liz’s. The door opened and Sara stood there, looking as if I had interrupted some kind of intense workout. She was strapped in black spandex material, her hair was up but falling out in places and sticking to her head from the sweat. "Michael? What’s going on? I wasn’t expecting you," she said. Then she smiled down at Isabella. "And how are you, sweetheart?" Isabella moved and hid behind my leg, her face turning the color of strawberries. "I’m sorry to drop in unexpectedly, but I had a concern and I felt it was better to

MichaelI felt exhausted driving away from my latest meeting. I never understood why people felt the need to try to fight against the Deverioux. They were never going to win against that kind of a powerful family. Sometimes it was too much to listen to their crazy rants and bragging sessions. I pulled my phone out of my pocket as I exited the freeway to make my way back home. I was a little surprised to see the text was from Camilla. Part of me felt angry that she had waited this long to text me back after I had been trying to contact her and explain, but a bigger part of me just felt excited and relieved that she was talking to me again. *Hey Michael. I’m sorry I haven’t been responding. I think maybe we should talk, if that’s okay.*I read it over and over again until the words were sort of blurry. During the week we were apart, I couldn’t help feeling that maybe I didn’t fully respect her as an equal. Maybe I had been subconsciously treating her a bit more like a child inste

MichaelI took a deep breath as I stepped out of the car. I hadn’t expected to hear anything so soon from Sara about the situation with Liz's boyfriend. It made me a little nervous that there was a problem. I tried to keep my expression clear and not come in with any preconceived ideas. That was easier said than done. The surveillance photos had confirmed that Phil was indeed the same guy from Timmy's crew who had approached me that day, wanting to work for Sara and Jaxon. I had flat-out refused him, and I wondered if by dating Liz he was trying to worm his way in, or take revenge on me.I exchanged a look with Carter, one of my most trusted associates, when he got out and stood next to me. "What are you thinking?" he asked me. I took in a sharp inhale and straightened my jacket. "Regardless of what we learn here, I’m not going to let anything happen to Camilla or Liz." Carter looked at me curiously for a moment. Then he nodded as I knocked on the door. It opened quickl

CamillaLiz was crying more hysterically and losing it. I couldn’t blame her, but it wasn't going to help the situation. I started to agree, now, with Michael that perhaps I should have stayed behind with her. I thought about what kind of condition her dad might be in. I didn’t want her to see him like that, but I knew she wouldn’t have stayed behind. That would have been even worse for her, and I could only imagine how wild her imagination would have gone. If she was this bad in the car, she would have driven herself mad at home, even with me to comfort her.Liz was frantically calling and texting her dad with no response. The longer he was silent the more panicked she became. We had all now memorized his answering machine. She was starting to get more angry and frustrated as well as panicked. I worried for a moment she might break her phone. Of course, all things considered, that wouldn’t be the worst thing. When this was all over, getting a new phone would be the easiest fix.

CamillaI climbed in the front seat of the car, while Michael started the engine. He looked at his phone one more time before heading off. I pulled my knees up close to my chest after buckling up and tried to mentally prepare myself for whatever we might be facing. I kept thinking about Liz; everything we were doing was for her, in order to protect her and get justice for her. I couldn’t let Phil get away with everything he had done."Where are we going?" I asked, trying not to feel anxious or nervous. Michael glanced at me but remained expressionless. I forgot how stoic he could be when he was working. If I didn’t know him the way I did, I would be terrified. I wanted to reach over to him. I wanted him to caress me and remind me how gentle he could be, but now wasn’t the time. "We are going to his last known location. That’s the best we have right now," he answered. I nodded and put my hands between my knees. It was colder in the car than I had been expecting. Now that I