CHAPTER 50

"I know you. You're like this. When shit don't go your way, you needed me to fix it."

—You Broke Me First by Tate McRae

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Third Person's POV:

"How did she even get out of the fucking house without anybody noticing?" Massimo roared out loud.

"She came to give me tea this afternoon, and she said she was going shopping today," Chicago told him.

"And where the fuck were the guards I assigned to her?" he asked with clenched teeth, trying not to burst with anger.

"Boss, we didn't know when ma'am left the house," a man in a black suit said, his voice becoming weak.

"Do I pay you shits for this?!" Massimo pulled out his gun and pulled the safety lock off, but Marco snatched the gun from his hand.

"Calm dow—"

"Don't fucking ask me to calm the fuck down. You all fucking know that her life is in danger! How could you fuckers be so careless?" Massimo yelled at Marco, glaring at him.

Cane ran through the doors. His breathing was heavy. "We tracked her down, boss."

"Fucking pray that she is alright, or you are all going to pay."

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Kaylee woke up, stretching her body. Her eyes were still shut, leaving her unaware of another presence in the room.

"Good morning, baby girl." A smile crept across her face at the familiar voice.

"Good morn—"Her voice sweet as strawberry.

But realization suddenly hit her as she remembered yesterday's events. She sat up in a flash.

There sat Massimo in all his glory, wearing a white shirt and a black suit. His shirt was all messed up, as was his hair, but he still looked damn handsome. He wore a tired look on his face.

"What are you doing here?" she asked angrily and stood up from the bed, placing her hands on her hips.

Massimo took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second, then opened them again and looked at her.

"Come here." He motioned at her with his fingers.

Kaylee gulped. 'God, why is he so handsome? Get a grip, Kaylee. He is a criminal.' "And why do you think I will do as you say?" she asked, frowning.

'Why the hell am I not angry at him like I should be? He is a drug lord—a murderer, for fuck's sake.'

And then, all the anger came, flashing across his face. Massimo was trying to control his anger. He stood up and strode towards Kaylee, moving to touch her when she took a step back. She was hella angry. "Don't you dare to touch me with those fucking hands that have the blood of innocent people on them," she threatened, pointing her finger at him.

Massimo was confused as to what the hell she was saying. "What are you saying?" he asked, his hands fisting as he tried to control the urge to touch her. He hadn't touched her for 20 hours, and he was dying to hold her.

"What, do you think I don't know what you are doing?" Kaylee asked angrily.

He sighed. He was tired. He hadn't slept the whole night, trying to find her, and when his men had tracked her phone, he took his private jet and landed in New York City.

"You kill people for a living. You kill people for money, and you were going to take my empire from me, right? You used me for money, you asshole!" she yelled, pointing her finger at him.

"What the hell are you saying? I didn't use you for anything, Kaylee. I am loaded with money. I don't need to steal it," he yelled, having had enough of her crap.

"Yeah, you are loaded because of killing people. You're the Italian don," she screeched. Massimo froze. He had known that this would come one day, but this soon? He wasn't prepared for that.

"Listen, Kaylee. You are taking this all wrong. We don't do—"But before he could complete his sentence, she stopped him.

"Just FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE!" she screamed at him.

"I FUCKING CAN'T, AND I WILL NOT!" Massimo yelled even louder.

She flinched back, her eyes becoming watery and her lips quivering. He sighed as he saw tears in her eyes, along with fear. He rubbed at his temples. "You are coming with me. Pack your stuff," he said.

"No. I will not go with you," she said, sounding like she was on the verge of crying.

"Listen, Kaylee, don't be a brat now. You are coming with me, and that is final," Massimo commanded her.

"No. I said I am no—"

"That's enough," he said and moved towards Kaylee, picking her up to sling her over his shoulders.

Her face was pressed against his back, and she yelped at the sudden action. She thrashed in his arms. "Put me down! I said put me down!" she screamed, hitting his back.

"You are going to be a good baby girl and keep quiet," he said and spanked her ass hard.

"Oww! You assho—"

Spank.

"MASSIMO FE—"

Spank.

"Keep quiet."

"Ahh," Kaylee whined, fake crying.