CHAPTER 53

Third Person's POV:

Massimo got up to take a shower once Kaylee had finally stopped acting like she was asleep. She sat up in bed and was about to take her phone from the nightstand when she saw the files Massimo had placed there. Curious, she grabbed them and began to flip through the papers.

The bathroom door opened, and Massimo came into the room wearing only a towel.

"Those are for you," he said when he saw the files in Kaylee's hands. Moving towards the closet, he changed into one of his black suits.

"Why would you do this?" she asked, shocked.

"You thought I was with you for money?" Massimo came closer to her while putting his shirt on. "I am richer than you could ever dream of, baby girl. I am loaded as fuck. I do—"

"You mean to say I am not rich enough?" Kaylee cut him off, standing up.

He looked at her like she had grown two heads. "No, I—"

"You think I couldn't buy the 30% share that you bought?" She was angry now. Was he trying to humiliate her? She was a billionaire, for heaven's sake.

"No—"

"I can buy your whole company in an hour, Mr. Feorenzo…. The payment will be transferred to your account." With that, Kaylee made her way to the bathroom.

Massimo grabbed her hand, trying to control his anger. "Just listen to me fo—"

She jerked her hand from his. "Save it!" Then, she entered the bathroom, shut the door, stipped, and lay in the bathtub. She wanted to cry, to yell—and she didn't know why.

At this moment, all that she had gone through was running through her mind. Her father, mother, brother, Erthan, Jordan, and then Massimo, who was a mafia don…

'Although that's hella sexy—screw me from the past for reading so many mafia novels,' she thought.

But he had killed innocent people, and that was not so sexy or a good thing in her book.

•••

At lunch, Kaylee sat silently doing her office work. Stassi, Fiona, and Isabelle kept trying to talk to her, but she ignored them. She was still mad at them for lying to her.

"C'mon, Kaylee. We aren't that bad," Fiona said.

Stassi hugged her from the side. "It's my birthday. Please forgive me," she mumbled sadly.

Kaylee froze. 'Fuck! It's her birthday, and I forgot about it. How could I? Ughh!' Kaylee turned towards her best friend, her face horrified. "I am so sorry. Shit, happy birthday, baby!" She hugged Stassi tightly, shocking the other woman. Even though she was mad, Kaylee still cared about Stassi. Kaylee hadn't had many friends. For a while, her only friend was Jordan, but even she too had eventually ditched Kaylee.

But now, she had Stassi, Fiona, and Isabelle as friends—and even Chicago. Stassi hugged her back tightly, and for a moment, Kaylee thought she was going to cry. Isabelle and Fiona joined and made it a group hug. The dam broke, and all of a sudden, Kaylee started crying. The three other women broke the group hug to see what was happening.

Kaylee kept crying loudly, and the others were shocked to see her face.

"What happened? "

"Are you okay? "

"Whoa, what the hell?" they asked her, but Kaylee pulled them into a bear hug again.

Meanwhile, Marco had come down, ready to go out.

"Hellooo, ladies…" His voice quieted after seeing them all hugging and Kaylee crying. They pulled back and looked at him. Marco saw Kaylee's red face and turned a questioning look towards the others. No one answered, so he asked loudly, "Who died?"

At this, Kaylee started crying again. Marco looked horrified. Suddenly, Massimo arrived and looked at the scene. "What happened?" he asked, moving towards Kaylee. Marco's face went pale when she pointed at Marco. Massimo pulled her face towards him with both of his hands and made her look at him. "What happened?" he asked her again slowly, his face serious.

"I am just emotional. Let me be," she said and wiped her tears away.

Massimo looked at her for two good seconds and then stood up. "Let's go, Marco," he said and turned around.

"We are going clubbing tonight," Stassi announced.

Massimo turned back around and looked at his sister. "No," he said.

Stassi gave him a challenging look. "Yes, we are."

"No, you girls aren't going anywhere."

"Oh, yes, we are. It's my birthday."

"We can celebrate here at home," Massimo said, trying to make her understand.

Stassi gave him puppy dog eyes. "I am turning 23. Are you going to force me to celebrate at home?" she asked, emotionally blackmailing her brother.

"Ah, no, Stassi. Not you too," he groaned.

"Please." This time, Fiona and Isabelle pleaded Massimo alongside Stassi.

"No means NO."

Stassi held her face in her hands and tried hard to conjure up fake tears. She faked a light sob, and Massimo groaned, irritated. Marco smirked, knowing all too well that she was faking.

"Okay, fine, but Marco and Cane will join you, along with a bodyguard. And the club will be one of mine," he said.

"Done," the women said excitedly, and Stassi winked at her brother with a goofy smile to let him know that she was just playing around.

Massimo shook his head, mumbling, "Drama queen."

•••

The four women were sitting in the VIP section of the club, and Marco was with them. Massimo and Cane hadn't joined the party because they had work to do.

"I am going to dance," Fiona said and went down to dance.

"Kaylee, let's take shots together," Stassi said.

"No, I am not in the mood to have drinks. Just bring me a soft drink, Marco," she said and turned towards him.

"Okay." Marco stood up and started making his way to the bar when he saw Fiona dancing with some guy. Rage suddenly filled him, and after he asked the bartender for a soft drink, he went down to the dance floor. He rushed towards Fiona, snaked his arm around her waist, and pulled her towards him. The guy backed off when he saw Marco glaring at him.

Fiona turned towards him and grabbed his face in her hands. "What are you doing here?" she asked, a little flushed. "You wanted to dance?"

"So let's do it, "he said, swaying to the beat.

"Are you sure?" she asked him, smirking.

"Hmm," Marco hummed. Fiona turned around and pushed her hips up against his front, snaking her arms around his neck. She swayed sensually and rubbed her hips against him. Marco groaned, his eyes shooting glares at her hips as he pulled them flush against his. One of his hands trailed upwards till he grabbed her chin and made her face him.

Fiona looked up at Marco and then at his lips, biting down on hers. He kissed her.