All Chapters of OATHBOUND: Married To The Don Of The North: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

{CARA'S POV} * * "Mio Dio, Cara, you taste so good. I fucking missed you, Cara. And it gets fucking better than I can even imagine." He's kissing me slowly, savoring me and bringing me to the brink of oblivion. Of their own accord, my hands get tangled in his hair, urging him on. He captures a spot between his teeth and he alternates between sucking and nibbling, each action making me lose control of my limbs. "Oh, Edmondo... that feels..." I gasp. Like a crescendo, he stimulates my body until it starts spasming, ending in a blissful symphony. My eyes burst wide open, wonder filling my entire being. But then I come down, my hands grasping onto Edmondo's arms and holding tight. My breathing is labored as I ask. "Did you like how I trimmed it but didn't shave it all off to make it smooth?" I huff out, feeling languid but cheeky at the same time. "The most beauti

{LUIGI’S POV}**I taste iron.The pain in my side is a slow, deep throb. Like a wound that hasn’t made up its mind whether to kill me or keep me alive but let me suffer a little longer. The fabric of my jacket is soaked and sticking to my ribs, but I don’t stop moving. I can’t.The streets of Palermo blur past me. The night is thick, humid, and the stink of diesel and fried food sticks in my lungs. I blend into the shadows, slipping through alleys and ignoring the sharp ache in my ribs. Every second and every step, I tell myself I’ll be fine. That I just need to get stitched up, rest for an hour and then head back to the point where I lost that bloody Irish Consigliere while following him discreetly.But my feet take me to the one place I swore I’d never go again after I gave myself to Edmondo to use.A hospital.The moment I step through the doors, the sharp scent of antiseptic floods my senses. My fingers twitch. My muscles coil like a loaded spring. I fucking hate hospitals. To

{LUIGI'S POV}**Cormac Donnelly smirks. “The bastard doesn’t even know who he really is, does he? Picked up off the streets by Lord D'Avi, Don D'Avi’s father. Just taken in like a stray dog.” He exhales, shaking his head pitifully. “But he’s more than that. Half-Irish, half-Italian. A perfect weapon. The Irish already know what he’s worth.” Giovanni. A weapon. I school my expression. I do the calms. “So what’s the plan? Use him?” Cormac Donnelly chuckles. “Oh, not just him. We have another asset. The girl.” Massimo tenses. I feel my own pulse spike. “Cara La Rosa,” Cormac Donnelly spits out easily. I don’t move. I still. “They’ll break her,” he continues, his voice casual. Like he’s discussing the weather. “Turn her against Edmondo. And when he falls, we get her to get back all of the La Rosa

{CARA'S POV}**Months have passed since the explosion; a blast that shook the whole North and beyond, changing and unchanging everything. Edmondo still lies in a sterile hospital bed with his mind deteriorating. The doctors call it brain rot, a stupid irony for someone who once prided himself on his sharpness. The part of him responsible for recognition is gone now and that's even the most painful part. By the time he wakes up, what will be left behind for him is only confusion. The irony stinks, but it’s not something I can linger on anymore. The people, family, Il Noce and Underwood can’t afford to wait for him to regain himself. And neither do they want me to.I’m not just a Donna anymore.It was Massimo and Luigi who came to me first. They were careful, measured, but clear. Then came men and Edmondo's mother with whispers of power, of a gap needing to be filled. They’d all made it official. They ma

{CARA'S POV}**The air in the room was thick. Oppressive, as the long dinner table stretched out before me. It's laden with delicacies and fine wines. The dim light from the chandelier cast long shadows across the marble floors, making the space feel colder than it should have. The faint clinking of glasses and soft murmur of voices filled the room. But there was an unmistakable undercurrent of tension.I wasn’t sure what everyone expected from me… what they thought they could get away with, as if I was still the meek little girl they once tried to dismiss. But those days were over. I was the Woman Don now. Not just a Donna or a piece of flesh at their disposal. And if anyone here didn’t like it, they could leave.Lavanda’s return had set the stage for this dinner. She was back, after years of being absent, after everything had changed. And Giovanni? He hadn’t been around for a while either; not since everything came to l