Accidentally Slept With The Young Mafia Boss (Vincent & Helen) Book PDF Free

She turned her gaze to meet his calm and gentle hazel eyes. Her chest tightened, her pulse tripping over itself. Because he wasn’t joking, he wasn’t exaggerating. He meant every single word. And that unsettled her more than anything else. She didn’t argue. Didn’t press further. She only nodded, surrendering to the silence that followed….

She could already picture it: opening a new cafe in the capital, maybe even a little flower shop alongside it, something that would give Martha purpose and joy to move with them to another city. The thought gave her strength, though her insides were still tangled. Oliver brightened slightly and went back to eating, shoving…

Oliver laughed so hard at their words that he knew they were just trying to make him laugh. He joined them and sat down. But his laughter gradually faded when he saw a delicious meal on the table. He turned to look at Martha and Helen before asking, “Mommy, Granny, can we eat lunch now?”…

Before Vincent’s gaze could land on her, she rushed toward the counter where her two baristas were frozen stiff, sneaking glances at him like giddy teenagers spotting a movie star. ‘Oh, fantastic…’ The last thing she needed was her staff taking a picture of Vincent and posting it on social media. She strode over and…

But then, as quickly as it had come, Vincent’s laughter faded when his gaze shifted to Martha. Martha stood at the doorway, her expression calm but curious, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she were making sure her eyes didn’t betray her whether Vincent Moretti was really standing in front of her house. Vincent adjusted…

Her mind scrambled, trying to make her avoid feeling big-headed and remain rational. ‘Maybe he missed Oliver. Men are known to always love their sons. Or, maybe he missed my cooking because he was bored with that haute cuisine. Or he could be missing feeling at home because now I conveniently take care of his…

Helen bit her inner lip, trying not to laugh, as she watched her son now fulfilling his role as their cupid. Now, she was convinced her son was plotting against her, laying the groundwork for something bigger. ‘What’s next, Oliver Moretti? A request for a sibling?’ Just thinking about it made her face flush. Helen…

And then, mercifully, her instincts kicked in. “Vincent, I need to go to the fourth floor…” she blurted out, abruptly standing up from the sofa. His brows furrowed. “Why?” “To pack my clothes. And Oliver’s,” she said quickly, refusing to meet his eyes. “No need. I’ll have someone do it for you.” Her head turned…

Vincent’s eyes narrowed. “Mind your words, man. Don’t curse in front of my son, or I will find you and…” Before he could finish, Oscar exploded again. “Oh, fuck you! Shit! Wait… do you have this on speaker?” His tone shifted instantly from aggressive to horrified. Oliver’s eyes went wide. He had never heard those…

“Do not worry, Helen…” Vincent added quickly, his tone softer. “Your face is blurred. The shot was taken at a red light. They are only assuming I have a secret lover here in Willowcrest.” A faint smile tugged at his lips as he imagined the frenzy if the world discovered the truth. They would not…