Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 538 Sensual Interrogation *Selena*

As I stepped into the kitchen to carry out my duties, an unsettling feeling immediately enveloped the room. The atmosphere seemed far from normal. A distinct absence lingered, a void left by Lola's departure. The Omegas regarded me with disdain as though I held some responsibility for Lola's untimely demise.

I, too, missed her dearly; her sudden death was a wound that hadn't yet healed. Lola had been more than a friend, a sisterly figure with an unparalleled sweetness.

Avery and Eden's expressions were far from welcoming. Their glances conveyed a palpable unhappiness as if my presence there was undesirable. Eden deliberately assigned me an array of arduous and extra chores, attempting to keep me

preoccupied. Despite the hardship, I needed to see it through. Time was slipping away, and the urgency of my next move pressed upon me. Eventually, lunchtime came and went, and the kitchen was finally clean. A rare moment of tranquility settled upon me.

During breakfast and again at lunch, I noticed Zander seated at the table. Yet, he maintained his customary cold and distant demeanor. According to our devised plan, he acted indifferent, preserving the appearance that nothing had changed between us. As Maddox departed with Zander after lunch, I subtly signaled Emile to follow me discreetly to the storeroom.

Closing the door behind us, Emile couldn't help but inquire, "What's the matter?" With precision, I delivered the news, "The task is complete."

Her eyes widened in a mixture of surprise and elation. "You mean...?!" she trailed off, awaiting confirmation.

I nodded, a sense of accomplishment settling over me. "Yes."

In a voice stripped of emotion, she inquired further, "Where is the data?" "I have it with me," I responded succinctly as Emile's gaze bore into me. "Hand it over," she demanded impatiently, her tone edged with urgency.

"Emile, this information is highly confidential. Therefore, I intend to deliver it only to your boss," I declined firmly, my head shaking in a resolute manner.

"Pass me the data, and I'll ensure it reaches the boss," Emile retorted with a scowl etched across her face.

"No, Emile. I can't place my trust in you," I replied curtly, a slight smirk playing on my lips. This was the push I needed - to rile her up and provoke a reaction.

"How dare you?" she snapped, her anger flaring. That was the tipping point I aimed for, hoping she would lose her temper and let slip her secrets.

"It's not a matter of blame, Emile. The simple truth is, I can't rely on your word. If you're capable of deceiving your own pack and even the alpha, then there's no guarantee you won't deceive others. What if you decide to sell this crucial data to a third party? My safety would be at risk," I reasoned calmly, a nonchalant shrug accompanying my words. "I'm not willing to take that chance. I'll entrust this information only to the boss."

in a glare. The tension in the room was palpable as I patiently

evident in her tone. "I'll arrange a meeting

retorted swiftly, my curiosity

her voice laced with

behind all this. However, it could mean one more thing - the mastermind orchestrating all of this was within our pack, living

a tone stripped of emotion. I needed to inform

to leave when a sudden realization struck me, prompting me to

send that rogue to kill me last night?" I queried, tilting my head and

would I do something like that?" Her

voice. "Listen, Selena! I hold no personal grudges against you. Taking your life wouldn't align with our plan. We understand that you're the only one capable of retrieving the data for us. So, it's illogical for us to

reasoning made sense, and yet, the puzzle pieces still didn't quite fit together. Why, then, had someone dispatched a rogue to attack Lola in my room? An unsettling feeling gnawed at me, a sense that there was

revelation to him - that we were on the brink of unmasking the mastermind behind it all. However, the challenge lay in how to approach him without arousing

*It's urgent.*

at my phone, my lips nervously caught between my teeth. I pondered whether he had

my surprise, a

*Come to my office.*

my chest. Despite the risks involved, I mustered the determination to proceed and meet him. The journey to his office seemed both eternal and fleeting, a mixture of

of both trepidation and eagerness washed over me. To my surprise, the office appeared empty, devoid of anyone's presence. Just before I could muster the courage to knock on the door, Zander swung it open,

my cheeks flushing as memories of

baby" his voice was a tender whisper as he drew me

together, leaving no space for even a breath of air to pass. His heart pounded against my chest, the rhythm of his desire palpable. Strong, muscular arms

grip both possessive and fervent. His face buried into my neck as he inhaled

slight whine, his embrace

apologize, my

to kiss you during lunch was almost unbearable. And now, with you in my arms, every desire I've held back since this morning when you left my room is overwhelming me," his words brushed against my ear, laden with a dangerously seductive tone. His eyes bore into mine, their depths darkening with a raw hunger that

arms cradling me as he crossed the room and gently deposited me onto the table. With a single sweeping motion, he cleared away the items that cluttered its surface, The clattering of objects hitting the floor sent a shiver down my spine, but Zander's unwavering focus on me erased any other thought from my mind. His hands began a deliberate journey, tracing the contours of my legs and causing my dress to ride up as he moved. I couldn't help but bite my lip, my breath hitching in response. The sensation of his seductive touch