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What The Don Wants   Fight or flight
Isla~"But very soon, you will know."It's been over two days already and those words have refused to leave my head. Was Dante just stalling? Avoiding the answer to my question? Or was he genuinely clueless as to what it was?But how could he be holding something that belongs to another man and not be aware of it? Was El Cajon just playing silly mind games with me?It all seemed so confusing the more I thought about it and I just wanted to scream and pull out my hair in frustration.I finally stood up from the couch where I had been lazing all day. Maybe a walk around the yard will put my mind at ease.Kayla and Katya seemed to be having fun already in their room. I could hear their laughter all the way from the floor above me.I suddenly stopped in front of a nearby mirror to give myself a quick once-over and goodness! Was I horrified.My skin appeared to be a little more paler than usual, a contrast to the red, lengthy, unkempt hair protruding from my scalp. I had crumbs tiny crust
What The Don Wants   Dangerous
Isla~Dante shoved me roughly into the room and I turned around just in time to see him shutting the door behind himself.His demeanor was calm. Too calm.But I could see the angry storm raging in those gray orbs of his. He was doing everything he could to contain it.I took a single step back, feeling my heart beat faster in my chest. Maybe if I say something, all this tension will go away and his anger will subside."Dante, I ..." "Save it, Isla!" He growled, cutting me off."You won't be doing anymore of that charity shit." Now it was my turn to glare in anger. My breathing became heavier as I seethed at Dante. How dare he?"You can't stop me." I spat, unwilling to back down. Unwilling to let him boss me around.Dante took a step forward and I knew it was meant to threaten me, to make me cower in fear.However I stood my ground in defiance, looking him dead in the eyes with my most deathly glare.He may be my husband, but he was not my Boss."I'm warning you, Isla." He breathed
What The Don Wants   Help
Isla~My eyes remained squinted at the older man, as he sat across from me.After what happened earlier, he had brought us to a nearby local bar, to "talk". Despite my skepticism, I had agreed to follow him.Afterall, he did save us.He raised up his head to grin at a glaring Katya, who remained standing behind me with her arms folded."Aren't you going to sit already? Have a drink or two?" El Cajon urged."No, thank you. I'm fine standing up." Katya muttered, narrowing her eyes at him.She also felt the same way I felt about this man. There was something about him that just felt...not right, ominous.El Cajon chuckled at her words, proceeding to raise his glass to his lips for another sip of his beer.His gaze slowly landed on Kayla, who was still clinging to my side, shaken by the incident that took place earlier today. Then on me, I watched him intently as the corners of his lips tugged up in a smirk.Looking at him, I could tell he was probably around the same age as my father. Ho
What The Don Wants   Chaos
Isla~So this was it?The slums of Vegas. A place crawling with hopelessness and abject penury.It was the part of the city they never show on the news. And I saw why.Our vehicle drove slowly down narrow road, giving me the opportunity to peer at the neighborhood through the tinted window.Children were starved and out of school, all without proper care. Young girls were scattered around in the most inappropriate dressings; chattering away with men that were twice their ages.Every corner of the street was littered with heaps of refuse, creating an unpleasant sight for the eyes. I could feel Kayla's hand gripping mine as she also took in the scene around us. She had asked to tag along and I had let her.Katya was also seated at the front, right beside the driver. She had a hardened expression on her face as she scanned the surrounding but I knew deep down, she felt the same way I felt about this.Afterall, she did grow up in a neighborhood like this...or so I heard."You know, you d
What The Don Wants   Villains
A/N: so, just thought about trying this third person POV. Please tell me how you feel about it in the comments,🥺!]The morning sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, casting golden patterns on the tiled floor of Dante's bedroom. He stood in front of the tall mirror, bare-chested, his black slacks already hugging his hips. His hands moved mechanically, tugging a white dress shirt over his shoulders, fingers slow as they began buttoning each loop.His gloomy reflection stared back at him.A version of himself he barely recognized.His once-sharp eyes looked tired, shadowed by the dark circles carved deep under them. His hair was still damp from the shower, curls unruly and curling over his forehead. But it wasn't his appearance that weighed on him. It was the image of her.Isla.Her name whispered through his mind, impossible to ignore.The sadness in her eyes the night before had pierced through his defenses. The way she looked at him, like he was a stranger, like he had betray
What The Don Wants   Restless
Isla~I lay on the king-sized bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, the sheets twisted around my legs. Sleep wasn't coming tonight, not with the way my entire body ached with need, not with the way my thoughts spun around one person.Dante.This had to be one of the few nights I was spending alone. No hands on my skin, no dirty words whispered in my ear, no lips trailing fire down my neck. Just me, the dark, and memories that refused to fade.My hand drifted across my stomach, sliding lower, eyes fluttering shut as I tried to recall the way he touched me. The way his fingers teased, the sound of his voice when he wanted me, the weight of his body pressed into mine. I chased the feeling, desperate and aching. My fingers teased my throbbing entrance as I tried to replicate the ecstatic feeling.But it wasn't enough.It would never be enough.I let out a sharp breath, yanking my hand away in frustration. What the hell was I doing?This was pathetic.I got out of bed and pulled on my robe
What The Don Wants   Pretend
Isla~I didn't know how long it had been. Hours? Forever?I had spent the entire time pacing restlessly in the living room. My mind was a mess as I kept thinking of her; Seraphine.How she had confidently waltzed into this mansion knowing she would be untouchable, how she had held a knife to my neck but didn't get any reprimanding from Dante.And the kiss. She had intentionally claimed Dante's lips right before my very eyes, knowing it would piss me off.She knew who I was so she must have known I'm his wife. And still, she chose to disrespect me.My breathing became more ragged with each second I spent thinking about it, about Dante and his strange "lover".This wasn't like the time at the island when I had to watch him being sucked by those waitresses. I still got aroused from watching that but this? This was more than I could handle.Whatever Dante has with Seraphine, I could tell it pretty intense. They've clearly known each other for longer than I'd like to admit. And I couldn't
What The Don Wants   Jealousy
Isla~This woman. There was certainly something about her.Something dangerous and unsettling, almost like the same thing I felt when I first met Dante.Even when surrounded by men twice her size, she remained with head held up high. A smirk adorned her perfectly curled lips as she regarded us like mere peasants."Pathetic!" She scoffed, letting her scan each of our faces.Dante's men were tense with every move she made. A few of them had already attempted going at her and let's just say, she turned out much tougher than they anticipated."So, these are the kind of people he keeps around?" She said more to herself this time.Katya was crouched down behind me, her hands clutching her side as she glared hard at the cocky female. I guess even her was no match for this strange woman.Her moves were deadly and swift, immobilizing anyone even before they get a chance to draw their weapons. I could tell she was highly skilled, trained to kill.But that wasn't why she was here.I stepped forw
What The Don Wants   Underneath the skin
Dante~There was something about the silence that pissed me off.Not the absence of noise, no. The mansion was always too quiet, too orderly, but the silence inside my head. A storm was building, and for the first time in a long time, I didn’t have answers.I was restless.And I hated that.El Cajón’s voice kept replaying in my mind.Your father has something that belongs to me. And you, Dante, are the only man alive who knows where it is."But I didn't. Or maybe I did, and just didn't know it yet.I sat with my thoughts in the study, a half-finished glass of whiskey warming in my hand, the sunlight burning through the tall windows. I was barely even feeling the burn of the alcohol. My mind was too far gone for the comfort of liquor.The bastard had known my father. That much was clear. And now, conveniently, he needed a favor. A favor tied to a man who has been six feet under for years.The thought made my jaw clench.I'd known our time on the island came with a price. Again, El Cajó
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