Lahat ng Kabanata ng In Love With His Coldhearted Mafia Brother: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Is this funny? Cause this is funny to me."Sit." He gestured vaguely at the chair across from his desk and pulled it another book. I nodded and sat…because my legs were about to give out anyway. The leather was cold against my thighs, I folded my hands in them to stop them from shaking.He didn't say anything else and just began flipping through a file, his grey eyes scanning the pages like I wasn't even in the room.The awkwardness was unbearable.I have no idea what to say or do. Lia already recapped my reason for visiting to him so would it be more awkward if I do it again? I glanced away from the flipping he was flipping to his face. He seemed perfectly comfortable, and not in any way as jumpy as I was.Is he pretending not to know me? He’s probably mad at me for blocking him when he did nothing, if I was him I'd be mad too. While I understand that everyone has a thing or two about their life that goes south once in a while, I'd rather they explain to me than ghost me and bruis

Mira's ran across the lawn to meet her. She grabbed Keisha by her good arm and pulled her close like she might disappear if she didn't hold on tight."What happened to you?" Her voice came out shrill. She looked at the sling, and at the bandage peeking out from under the sleeve. "Why are you in a sling? Did—" She tried to touch the arm.Keisha winced. "It's just a burn, and the paramedics already patched me up. I'm fine.""Fine? You're in a sling, Keisha. That's not fine. Did you go into the fire?"Keisha shook her head, her curly hair bouncing with the movement. "I ran in to grab the plates I left at your place during movie night. Remember? The blue ones? I wanted to make lunch because I had a guest coming over and those are the only plates that match my—""A guest coming over? You're dating someone new?" Mira blinked, momentarily distracted. "Wait, never mind, not the point. Go on, what happened? Did you see how it started?""Not all guests are dates, Mira." Keisha said it like it w

Mira rolled her eyes and nodded. “I was going to say I left my gas on.”"Could this week get any worse? What if you were inside? What if you were sleeping?""I wasn't." Mira picked up the bowl and stirred. "If they wanted to kill me, I wouldn't be sitting here. The house was just a warning…" She trailed off. “Setting my house was just warning to me, of all the things to set on fire, or vandalize. Which is what baffles me.” She set the bowl down again. “That guy isn't one to go around burning houses to pass a warning.”Chloe narrowed her eyes. "What?""I pissed him off badly. But I don't think he did this."“Are you trying to defend him right now?""No.” She turned to face Chloe. “This guy wants to kill me. But definitely not like this. He's a torture-obsessed freak who enjoys the chase, like a cat and mouse game, if I enjoy a good chase I won't set my victim on fire or their house on fire without letting them know it's me. You know, to instill fear. He wants to catch me and scare me a

EVA'S POV I unlocked the door to my apartment and found Mira sitting on the couch, her legs tucked under her, a bowl of something cold on the table beside her. She looked up when I walked in, her eyes red around the edges."I thought you were at the hospital," I said, dropping my bag on the floor. The strap was just one breeze away from snapping and I couldn't care less. Maybe I'd use it to strangle myself before Dante does it."Came to grab more clothes for Lily." She tilted her head. "How did it go?"I stood there for a moment, the folder still tucked under my arm. Where do I start from?The person running the DeLuca foundation is Dante, or Dante is a DeLuca, or he is Jace's fucking brother, or the man I almost slept with on the wedding eve is my fiance's —ex-fiance’s — brother.Yeah, Chloe's going to eat this up."You won't believe what happened."I was about to sit down when a knock came at the door.I looked at Mira. She shrugged, as if knowing what I was about to ask. “I have

The automatic doors slid open and I held Lily's hand as we walked through, her small fingers wrapped around mine, her other hand squeezing her stuffed rabbit like someone might try to take it.A nurse in pink scrubs met us halfway to the reception desk. "Ms. Bishop? I'll take you to Lily's room.""Her ward is still being prepared," another nurse added, coming around the corner with a clipboard. "Should be ready in about an hour. In the meantime, she can wait in the playroom with the other children."I looked down at Lily. She looked up at me, curious at the word children."You want to go play for a bit, baby?"She nodded slowly, still holding my hand.The first nurse took Lily's suitcase and rolled it down the hall while the second nurse led us the other way, past double doors with cartoon animals painted on them, into a bright room with windows that faced a garden.The playroom was chaos. There were toys scattered across a rainbow rug, crayon drawings taped to the walls, a small tabl