Semua Bab Domenico: Bab 21 - Bab 30

 Amelia dried my hair, straightening out my waves as she did so, curling the ends as she went. While that was going on, the girl they’d sent to get me new undergarments returned, and we were able to get me fixed up and into my chosen outfit.It was strange, stepping into a dress that my mother once wore. It was a little large due to my weight loss, but thankfully it had a tie-up back. I think that was why Amelia picked it. Her shoes, however, were nearly a size too large, but we found a pair with clasps that would help keep them on.When I stepped out of the room, two men were stationed across the hall. They were my guards, but I wondered why I needed them. One started walking, and I fell in line behind him as the second followed me.As we walked, more staff and members of the organization stepped out of our way.The respect I was regarded with was both familiar and strange after years of no one showing respect as I walked among them. The men around me watched each step, but

 It was officially me and la Bestia against the world. However, I had a feeling we had an ally in my grandfather—a grudging one that came about because of the cameras in the infirmary.He heard Domenico’s declarations, and though he still didn’t like him, it was his promise that struck him.“La Bestia doesn’t give false promises,” he said as we sat down for breakfast. “I will help you two.”I stared at my grandfather in disbelief. “Did you know who he really is?”He nodded. “I do. I’ve been around too long not to know. He was still using the Ferrante name when his brother gave him that scar. That is why his words struck me so. To go against your father is no easy decision. He loves you, more than his family or his own life.”I froze and turned to him. “Loves me?”A light chuckle left him. “Nipote, you are just as bad. Think of the way you charged in here demanding help. You assaulted a capo for questioning your allegiance.”“He was a capo?” That man had nothing on Domenic

 After our shower, we got dressed for dinner with my grandfather. I was both excited and terrified by the prospect of the two of them in a room together, but it was a necessity.Armed guards lined the halls wherever Domenico went, a huge leap in security. They wouldn’t pause in taking him out if they perceived him as a threat.When we arrived in the dining room, my grandfather was already waiting for us. However, instead of it just being the three of us, there were two guards at the door, and I was certain another dozen were just outside.“How are you feeling, Domenico?” my grandfather asked as we headed to the two table settings that were thankfully next to each other.There was more to the question than politeness, but I wasn’t sure the extent.“Sore, but I should be ready to leave soon.” Domenico nodded and held out his hand. “Laureano, I cannot thank you enough for your hospitality and generosity.”My grandfather stared at his hand before giving it a shake. “Hmph, so y

 It wasn’t a sound I’d heard in days, though I’d kept it plugged in while we were at my grandfather’s. After a day there I’d remembered his phone and located it in a tray full of his things. One of the maids had been able to get me a charger, and I’d kept it on me. I wasn’t sure why I had, but I remembered Domenico saying he was waiting for word, and I didn’t want to miss it. Anything that could help with our path forward.After he was released from the infirmary, I gave it back.A week had passed in silence, but it was going off nonstop.“What is it?” I asked as he picked up the phone.“Marco.”I froze. “What about him?”He mashed his teeth together, the sharp angle of his jaw even more severe. “Roman tortured him to get information on us.”My eyes widened. It shouldn’t have surprised me. Marco was Domenico’s closest ally, and Roman would assume he knew where we were. “Is he okay?”He stretched his neck to the side, letting loose a cacophony of pops. “He’s in the hospit

 Domenico’s arm swung out as he stepped forward, putting himself between me and the men storming in. The arm pinned me to his back and a hissed “fuck” slipped between his lips.I couldn’t see around him, but I knew it wasn’t good.Thankfully my coat was long enough to cover my ass as my jeans were across the room, and also still able to close.“Domenico,” a smooth voice said. The tone was stern, reprimanding.“Father,” Domenico replied.I drew in a breath and pulled back, but he kept me tightly to him. I was able to peer around his arm to see the near-dozen men with their guns pointed straight at us.In the center was a man in a crisp charcoal three-piece suit, his expression pulled tight and framed by short salt-and-pepper hair. His eyes were the same silver as Domenico’s, and his gaze was just as piercing. His eyes locked with mine, and I stared back before sliding fully behind Domenico again.“You’ve been causing quite a stir,” Giovanni said.“And? If you’ve come to k