Todos los capítulos de Let Me Love You, Don: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

PIETROI don’t know what I should do with this guy. We came all the way here because he said that he had something that could help us, but all that he’s giving us was bullshit and things that we already know.He even dared to feed us unbacked rumors. Who does he think is he talking to? I shouldn’t have taken him seriously. “We did not come here to hear rumors.” I bit back my anger, knowing that it will only attract us unnecessary attention to yell at this guy. “Those weren’t rumors, it’s true. Rumors don’t start out of nowhere unless something had really happened. The whole ordeal was suspicious.” I reached for the dark chocolate tea I ordered and mixed it with the straw. He is saying that Eros actually killed his father and brother, if that was true, then no one could trace his deed back to him. A man like Eros can do a job properly. Killing would be a piece of cake to him and no one would be able to point out the connection of murder to him. A man like Eros who had all the con

PIETRO“Are you sure that is the right address?” I asked Calvin and grabbed the written address on Pericles hand.Pericles was taken aback by what I did, making him look up at me in surprise. I stared on the written address on the table napkin instead, affirming me that I had heard Calvin correctly. “This can’t be the right address,” I frowned and looked back at Calvin who looked very serious. “That’s the place where it happened. I went there at nighttime.”“There’s no way you can store victims inside this place.” I placed the table napkin on the table and pushed it back to his direction. He picked it up and read the written address. “I swear this is where it all happened.” He pushed back the address to me and raised his arms momentarily in form of surrender.While staring squarely to his face, I took back the table napkin and turned my attention back to the written address once again as if it holds the answer to my question.The thing is, thi

EROS CASSIANO“That son of a bitch,” I chuckled lightly in a whisper when I opened the images sent to me.It was a stolen shot of Pietro poking around the warehouse all by himself. I received a couple random stolen shots of him searching around the warehouse with his poor disguise. I smirked and leaned back on my leather chair in amusement. I scrolled back and forth between pictures, staring at his face, feeling like a cat playing with a cornered mouse. Oh how lucky I am that he walked right into a trap. I was just thinking of what I should do with him, yet he already gave me the answer. I wasn’t planning to rush his death, but he is already knocking on death’s door.I locked my phone, then softly placed it on the table and sighed. I pulled my coat closer around my torso and stood up to stare at the beautiful sight of the clouds outside. As always, Pietro continues to amaze me with how he is always a step ahead all the other Dons. However, he is

PIETROThrough the peephole, I observed the guy outside making sure that he is not an enemy. With slow and careful fingers, I made sure that the door is locked. I grabbed the door knob tightly, jamming it in just in case he attempts to pull the door open.“Anybody there?” He shouted as he looks for a way to take a look inside my room.My window curtains were close, robbing him of the option to look through my windows. He tries to look inside by peeking at my door’s peephole from the outside. He inched his eye closer to the peephole, giving me a fish view of his face, but he gives up almost immediately. He looks from left to right as he waits for someone in my room to come out and answer him while I waited for him to stop waiting and leave. “I know someone is in there. I just saw you enter your room a few minutes ago,” he adds, thinking that would be enough for me to open up my door for him. My body relaxes a bit from the door as I start to think that maybe I’m the one who is being

PIETRO“What?” Pericles asked in surprise. He is already driving in his car when I called him. He sped up his engine when he heard what happened. “Someone attacked me in the motel,” I breathed slowly then winced as I took another look on my stab wound. “I’m losing too much blood.”“Are you still in the motel?” He asked me. My eyelids started to feel heavy and as if he could see me, he shouted “Don’t sleep! Just keep your eyes open.”My eyelids shot open at that. My irises moved, searching for something to focus on. “I-I’m out of the motel.” I answered his question when I was back to being myself again. “I parked at the side of the road.” I turned my head around to check. “I’m the only car parked around the street.”“Okay, don’t end the call. I’m already coming. I’ll tell you when I’m near.”“I already called the cleaners to clean the scene. Hopefully no one has entered in the room yet.” I continued speaking so I wouldn’t fall asleep.We call the people who cleans crime scenes as cle