Semua Bab The Don's Damsel: Brothers Of Blood Book One: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Lorenzo won't touch me. He barely puts his hands on me, and I feel like screaming. Even today, he is keeping a safe distance away from me for his birthday.I remember that day now. I even remember the moments before. Yet, when I try to talk to him about it, he shuts down and runs the fuck away. So I have a plan, one where he can't run.Lucia smiles at me. She helped with my plan, or at least gave me the idea. I'm wearing a short dress, very short. Trying to taunt him, but it isn't working because he barely fucking looks at me. It’s past midnight, and he’s not fucking touching me still.Lucia is having Luciano for me tonight, so it is one less thing for Lorenzo to use as a reason to say no or run. Everyone is laughing and having fun. I keep my eyes on Lorenzo as he talks to Paul and Thomas."You know if you keep staring, he might burst into flames." I laugh at Callum's words."He might notice me then." The words hurt to say. They are the truth, though."So dance." I look at him, confu

Thank you for reading Lorenzo's story. I hope that you have enjoyed it. Please note, from this point forward, it is Dario's story. Similar trigger warnings are still in place for this book. As well as, the following. Focus on mentally unstable man. Talk of child abuse. Miscarriage scene. There is also graphic torture detail, and some scenes of BDSM within it. This book features someone who has a lot of mental health issues caused by his childhood. This is the final story within the series. It is shorter than the others as 90% of their relationship is within the past, and not seen as a commitment.

I hear the door. Moving quickly, I stand up and hear his footsteps, watching the doorway he walks through a moment later. “Here.” His voice is loud, my body shudders, and I step towards him. “Shall I let the information slip through?” I go to shake my head, but he continues. “Do you have any idea how many others would want this chance?” “I’m sorry.” “No, you’re not! I give you one week Evaline. One week to go home and see your family, you took longer. I had to come and get you!” His hand swings, and the back of it hits me. Stumbling back, I try to steady myself, but the next hit comes too quickly for me to do anything, and I fall to the floor. “Clearly, you want that information out there. It’s sitting there right now on my desk. Anyone could find it.” His fist swings and hits me. Before I could recover, his foot flew forward, catching my stomach. Groaning, I turn to crawl away. His hands grab and pull me back, flipping me back over. He grips my top and pulls me up. “You’re not g

Three Years Before I rush into the building, hoping not to get seen. As I step through the door and close it, I suck in a breath. I've been coming home for a few months now. Somehow, I've avoided Dario every time. Seeing him raises issues. I promised Dale I would stay away from him, and the last thing I want is for him to leak that video of Dario. Getting changed, I put on the shoes. This is so far from where I used to be. My dance career was in theatre or training others. Thanks to Dale and me, being locked up for weeks meant I lost my spot. So, now I do this. I don't mind. It's still dancing. I step onto the stage. My body moves to the music, and I dance across the stage before climbing down and dancing through the tables. My body moves against a man as I slide my skirt down. His eyes never leave my body as I dance around him. Moving, I dance to the next table. This time, I lose my top as I dance before him. His eyes are fixed on my breasts as if he is trying to see under the br

Three Years Before I sit on the bed with tears in my eyes. I fucking hurt him in my quest to protect him from Dale's moves; I fucking hurt him. I ripped that promise up, burned it to ash and threw it in his face while laughing. Standing, I wrap my arms around him. I wish I could explain to him, but there's no way to. Even Marco can't save him from this. Only I can. If Dale senses me telling anyone that the video is leaked. "Little rabbit." I raise my head. He gives me a small smile. "I want to fuck you." My head drops. "Dario." I can't, that makes everything complicated, that's how things fucked up two years ago. I got caught up in Dario and didn't go home on time. "Little rabbit. I said I want to fuck you." Sighing, I look at him; every time I'm with him, I feel fucking safe. I'm warm. I feel at home. Leaning up, I capture his lips on mine. He groans into my mouth, and we begin to strip each other. Something about him asking makes me weak. It's so damn hot and, in a crazy way, c