บททั้งหมดของ STUCK WITH THE MAFIA TWINS: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

“You know what, Chelsea,” Moretti chuckled silently, staring deeply into the depths of my being. “I like you. I love how audacious you think you are. You’ll be useful to me but, of all the things I tolerate, as little as that list is, the one line no living thing should cross is my daughter. Except you are tired of your freedom and life in general, do not ever speak on my daughter in that manner. Olivia Moretti is a name you do not speak on. Am I understood, Miss Chelsea?” His voice had darkened, angry and venomous. His eyes fixed intently on me. A shrill shiver ran down my spine; goosebumps covered me whole. “I’m sorry,” I sighed with my gaze buried deep in the ground. He is the male version of Nathara. “Now, I want us to map out something, a plan that we must know by heart and must always work with because if anyone goes against the rule books must eat from the devil’s plate.” Moretti announced, so casually. His stare never left me, deep into my soul, I was being wat

“You got it.” Jonathan sighed, almost regretting his decision. One tap on his screen and the call ended, leaving the car silent once again. “So, what next?” Matteo chewed his words quickly. Moretti took him time to stare intently at Matteo and I before proceeding to say anything. “We’ll be dropping you both here and now. You will find your way to the manor and you must use your head. Those people already know you both will be on to something so you must keep your head down and make calculated moves only.” With that, the car stopped. Matteo and I got down and waved. Julian simply kept his hand suspended in the air and Moretti couldn’t care less… having a time of his life with his cigar. The car zoomed off, throwing stones and dust at Matteo and I. The silence stretched minute into minute into minute. Damn. Like a Hollywood movie where you get dropped off on a long one lane road surrounded by forest and a tacky gas station in the far end. “Star,” Matteo began. “What are we

“Chelsea,” I heard Ricci call me as he carefully tucked my hair behind my ears. “Wake up.” I struggled for what seemed like eternity to sit up and just process my life. The room was well lit and cold as ever with Ricci’s warm naked chest rubbing on the side of my naked body. “Ricci.” My voice cracked, almost losing contact with the outside world. “You know you have work today, right?” He chuckled in my ear, leaving fat goosebumps on my body. Anxiety and anger rose high within me as the mere thought of returning back to work hit me. To that building… to the Organization. “She wasn’t joking?” I murmured, flopping back on the bed. “When have you ever seen Nathara joke?” Ricci laughed. His laugh twisted my guts badly. This whole undercover mission Moretti has me on is just sickening. The whole idea of dismantling the Rutherfords is so draining to even think about… thinking about it alone feels like I’ve had the longest day. “So what will I be doing at the office?” I sighe

He held his face, confused and angry. “Chelsea, did the accident affect you mentally? Are you sick in the head? What did you just do?” He shouted, his face already tomato red. “Guess that makes two of us. The fuck do you think I am? Did you send the video or not?” I paused, waiting for him to lie again. “Who told you that?” He defended. “Fuck who told me what and answer my damn question! Did you send the fucking video or not?” I don’t think I’ve been this angry, not in a long while. Matteo’s words ‘this time, there’s actually no way out’ simply attacked me. My best friend is gone, my family’s been stolen and the only way to get back to my normal life tried to attack me or even attacked me because of Ricci’s complete foolishness and I’m supposed to stay quiet? The fuck? “You’re now imagining things, aren’t you? Yes I was jealous of the fact that you were in their camp and I don’t even know why but yeah, so you talking about me sending videos doesn’t add up to me. Chelsea, I

“Victim of a bad mood swing?” I asked myself as I staggered back to the bed. A bad mood swing? I immediately swiped my phone from the bed, shaking in fear and anger as I dialed my father’s number. “You bloody son of a bitch!” “Chelsea?” He asked, munching away over the phone. “Fuck you! Fuck you a billion times you bitch, fuck you! What the hell Mr Giovanni?” I yelled, trying in vain to control the tears. “Are you okay? Where are you?” He paused, realizing the shift in atmosphere. “Bloody hell! How could you, dad? You work for the Rutherfords, don’t you?” I asked, praying on my life he doesn’t lie to me. “Stop being so paranoid, Chelsea. Where did you find such information, anyways?” He asked again, very relaxed. “I’m being paranoid? Really? Just answer my question please. Do you work for the Rutherfords? Have you always worked for the Rutherfords?” My shaky voice found its footing once again. “You work for them too, don’t you?” He taunted as though I called him t