บททั้งหมดของ Love Hurts : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Martin POV . . I had been calling Dakota's phone, but my calls were all transferred to voicemails. Luke tried to track her phone, but it was untraceable. Last night was a hell of a mess. I told her to trust me, yet she still followed her stupid brain and went with that guy I hated next to Castillo. "Boss, what are we going to do now?" It was Enzo and just like me, he was also banged up with everything. Upon announcing to the world about me and Shantel, the world of the mafia turned into chaos. Her father didn't let me sleep, not even a wink. He talked to me on a video call for more than three hours after the party. The three big mafia groups called and sent me messages nonstop. There was only one who didn't, and I was already expecting it. Yvan Ivanov's group, the Bratva. "Let them think what they want. That's not my concern at the moment!" I dropped the cup of bitter joe on my desk while staring at Dakota's picture on the frame. I took the picture and put it in the drawer

As the small triangular box moved like a sideward lift, and we were like tuna in a can inside, Martin and his men remained vigilant. Levi and my men were also gazing at them sharply with their guns on their sides. "Hide your guns, guys!" I told them. They were adamant, but I firmly gave them a stern gaze. "These aren't our real enemies!" "Yet!" Levi violently uttered. "Oh! You wanna challenge here, dog?!" Enzo was pissed. The two were on a death stare since the gu. the shooting had begun. "C'mon, give me what you've got, Bratva!" he spouted, making the rest of my boys prepare for a fighting stance. "You do d*mn well know, we just saved your lives, amigos!" Roman, the most calm among them, was also trying his best to control his urge to hit one of Martin's men. "How well do you know those as*holes aren't after you?!" The black guy, whose name was Patrick, sneered. "Nico's Diamond Mob aren't after the Bratva, I'd!ot. They are after her!" Maxim pointed at Dakota, who sudde

Shantel POV . . He was hot. He was hot as f*ck! "Hmm, that was refreshing!" I spread both of my hands on the bed while he rolled beside me. We were both gasping, exhausted after that incredible s*x we just had. "So, what makes my lady upset?" He asked, sneering while staring at me. He was lying on his side, his arm in a crook, head propped on his hand. "Don't call me that!" I snapped him right away. "Always remember that our thing isn't real. We both enjoy s*x, and I can't get it with my fiance, so I am doing it with you!" He had to know his place. He was only here for my release. "Yeah! I know. Still. I have the liberty to call you, my lady!" He caressed my cheek with his hand, and I slapped it at once. He just chuckled at my upset look. "Don't tell me, you already disgust these fingers that gave your p*ssy some pleasures earlier!" "Shvt the h*ll up, Arnold!" I got up clenching the duvet tight to cover my nakedness, but he just pulled it away, revealing my bare body

YVAN / HARRY POV . . I had been drinking here at the bar for almost three hours now. I escaped the company of my gang for a while to bask in the glory of being alone. Since Dakota had left with Martin last week, I was a mess. I tried everything that I could do to keep myself tied up, to forget about her. However, everything seemed to be going to waste as always! "F*ck!" I roared. The people around me glanced in my direction. The bar was not the normal bar where drunk people would actually spend their time and be crazy with the ear-deafening sound of the music. This bar was different. It was quiet and only a few customers were inside. "More brandy, boss?!" The bartender asked while wiping a glass on the counter. I nodded my head and raised my index while holding an empty glass of brandy. "Here!" He poured a new glass and put it in front of me. "It's on the house!" He added, smiling. My glassy eyes smiled back at this, in my observation, teenage bartender. "Aren't you

Chatny POV . . The h*ll this as*hole had the nerve to insult me after f*cking me. Who did he think he was? And what the h*ck was he doing in this motel, in this place, in this countryside? I was here simply trying to escape from Shantel, who had been bossing me around. I had a great life in Italy. My job as a fashion model was doing well until my sister dragged me into this freak show she and my father started. If only she didn't have something that could blackmail me, I would never obey her. Shantel and I may be sisters, but we were water and fire. We couldn't get along. She was the businesswoman and the brain in the family, I was the cheerful, easy-go-lucky one. I was the wallflower in the Zaborowski mansion; never noticed, never cared, but always there. "Miss, we are here!" My Lady guard arrived just in time. She was with another guy, who acted as my driver and bodyguard. "Please get rid of him. Throw him outside or in the trash, I don't care!" I pointed at Yvan, w