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Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation Find Her
SIMEONI knew something was off the moment I walked into the house.The hallway was too quiet.The guards didn’t meet my eyes like they normally did. One even took a step back as I passed. That wasn’t fear. That was shame.And then I heard the footsteps. Heavy. Measured. Too familiar.My father was pacing.I hadn’t seen him in two days. That usually meant trouble was brewing, and now I could feel the weight of it pressing into my skin.I stepped into the main room and found him standing by the bar, one hand gripping a crystal glass so tight I thought it might shatter.Abraham Moretti.Capo of the Bloody Vultures. My father. My general. My curse.“Sit,” he said without looking at me.I obeyed. The leather chair creaked beneath me, but I didn’t say a word. My palms were already sweaty.He turned slowly, placing the glass down with care, like it was more precious than the people he destroyed.Then he walked toward me.And seized me by the collar.I didn’t even have time to blink before h
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation So Pathetic
CATALINA She looked pathetic.Crumbled on the concrete like wet paper. Her arms tied behind her back, her ankles swollen from struggling. Her face—what was left of it—was a mess of dried blood, bruises, and swelling. Her lip had split, and the corner of her eye was turning a deep purple. And still, she breathed.Pitiful.I stood at the doorway for a long moment, just watching her. Quiet. Still. My hands folded in front of me like I was about to attend mass. I wanted to feel satisfied, but all I felt was an old hunger sharpening inside me.Sarian.The name tasted bitter in my mouth, like a fruit that rotted before it ripened.“She’s awake,” one of the men said, not quite looking at me.I stepped in.My heels clicked across the cold cement with the kind of rhythm I knew would make her flinch. She was trying to shift her weight upright, but even her breathing looked painful.I tilted my head and studied her face. “Look at you,” I said softly, smiling like I was greeting an old friend. “
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation The Waiting Game
Don JulioThe first few hours after that damn call felt like a lifetime crammed into a handful of heartbeats. My best men, guys I trusted with my life, were out there, turning over every stone in the city. Every connection, every rumor that slithered through the back alleys and dimly lit bars – they were on it. But the silence was deafening. No solid leads. It was like Sarian and the ghosts who snatched her had simply evaporated, leaving no trace.I was a caged animal in my own study. The expensive Persian rug under my feet did little to absorb the restless energy that coursed through me. Back and forth, back and forth, the silence of the house pressing down, thick and suffocating. Only the sharp, insistent ring of my phone dared to break it, and each call was a jab, either another dead end or a fresh wave of agonizing questions.I reached for the crystal decanter on the mahogany bar, the amber liquid inside looking like liquid courage. I poured a generous shot of my finest whiskey, t
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation The Phone Call
DON JULIO My jaw was set so tight, I could feel the muscles in my temples throbbing. It had been a long, brutal day. Every hour that ticked by without Sarian felt like a lifetime. I’d been driving, yes, but it was more than that. I'd been tearing through the city with my voice, my phone welded to my ear, each word a demand, a threat, a desperate plea for any scrap of information. My guys were out there, the best I had, but the reports coming back were always the same: nothing. She was just… gone. Vanished. Like a puff of smoke caught in a strong wind.I’d trusted them. My own men, the ones who swore loyalty to me. I’d believed her safe within those walls, a haven from the storm that was my life. Now, a cold, hard knot of fear was twisting in my gut, a sensation I hadn't experienced with this intensity in years. It was a primal thing, a father’s fear mixed with something else, something possessive and fierce.The shrill ring of the phone cut through the tense silence of the car, makin
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation Kidnapped And Scared
SARIAN I woke up that morning with a strange feeling in my chest. It wasn’t pain, not exactly. Just a tightness. A pressure, like something unseen was sitting on me. I couldn’t name it. I couldn’t shake it. It sat heavy,like something was waiting for me, just outside the door. Something that didn’t knock. Something that didn’t ask permission.Rosa knocked gently around ten. She was always soft with me, like she was afraid I might break if she raised her voice. “Señorita Sarian?” she called.“I’m okay,” I said, not moving from the edge of the bed.“Do you want breakfast?”I paused, then shook my head. “No. Thank you.”I wasn’t hungry. I needed something else,something bigger than food.Air.I needed air more than anything. Fresh, messy, chaotic air. The kind that didn’t smell like expensive furniture polish or freshly arranged roses. I needed space. Space from the quiet perfection of this mansion. From Julio’s eyes always watching, always reading me like a book he wasn’t sure he shoul
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation I knew
CATALINAThey thought I wouldn’t find out.They thought Catalina was just another jealous ex-fiancée with too much perfume and no brains. A pretty face who wore heels and smiled for cameras, nothing more. But they forgot one thing.I don’t lose.Not when I’ve suffered this much. Not when I’ve bled in silence and smiled through betrayal. Not when I’ve watched Don Julio slip through my fingers—because of her.Sarian.Or should I say, Moretti’s daughter?I smiled to myself as I crossed my legs, the hem of my red silk robe brushing my thigh. I looked like royalty, and I felt like it too. That smile on my lips? It wasn’t fake. It was real. It was dangerous.Let them all clap for her now. Let the housemaids whisper, let the guards change their loyalties like cheap shirts. Let Don Julio play hero and whisper sweet words into her ear.Let them all celebrate.Because they have no idea what is coming.The day I found out was quiet.No thunder. No lighting. Just a simple knock on the door and on
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