บททั้งหมดของ The Don's Runaway Bride: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

The night was so beautiful. We slept off in the poolside room. I woke up sometime before midnight and carried my wife to our room; snuggling so close, my nose in her curls, I dozed off again.When Aria woke up in the morning, she met me in the bathroom, preparing our bath. "Good morning Mr. Eppolito." She murmured, striking a pose across the doorway."Good morning, Mrs. Eppolito." I replied, closing the distance between us and giving her a kiss.She let out a muffled laugh and walked over to the sink to brush her teeth.Our morning was the best thing ever. When I ran the washcloth over her body. I felt the joy in my heart. This is real. This is happening. This is all I could ever dream of; me, here, kneeling and bathing my Angel. After bathing her thoroughly, I stroked the washcloth between her legs, and her moan was a sweet symphony, "I want to lick your pussy, Amore-" "Yes, please," she was begging before I could finish speaking. "I love it when you lick me." I carried her out

Pietro didn't return in three hours nor five or even seven hours. At least, that was how long it took before I finally fell asleep. But that was after one of the guards informed me via the intercom that he would be back late.I’m not sure how much time passed, but when I woke, it was still dark outside, and I was still in bed alone. Pietro, still missing. Grabbing my robe and wrapping it around my body, I left for the sitting room.Almost at the foot of the stairs, I spotted his broad shoulders at the mini bar counter. He was seated on one of the chairs with his back to me. I watched as he lifted a glass to his lips and took a big gulp. The clink of ice made me nervous. This was the first time I’d seen him with alcohol, and the way he was quickly downing it sent alarm bells all through me. Is he going through a hard time?Stepping down the stairs, I walked to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Are you okay?" I couldn't think of what else to do to provide him comfort.He squeez

"You don’t look fine." The stranger said. "Do you need help? Are you in trouble?" I shook my head. "Do you live around here then? Would you like me to help you get home or call someone to come get you?""I'm sorry, I didn't get your name please?" I asked, gradually stretching my hand to my cell phone. Finding it, I slipped it into my pants' side pocket. "Oh," he sighed like he must have forgotten to introduce himself and it wasn't intentional. 'bloody pretender.' "Ronald Jote from the Oakville police." He said and flashed a badge, pulling it away too quickly. Then he cleared his throat. "So, how can I be of help to you, miss?" I finally heard the faint trace of his accent. He can't possibly be from around. But then I don't even know where I am. Where exactly is Oakville? Maybe this is how their accents sound in this part of the town. When he adjusted his arm again, the tattoo poked out, and alarm bells started ringing in my head. I'd finally recalled where I saw the tattoo. It w

Unlike the first time, I was spotted even before I stepped foot into the massive mansion of Alaric Baxter. His guards welcomed me from across the fence with a gun pointed at my head. Even though I thought I wouldn't face such an obstacle, I was impressed to know that they were quite ready for me. I didn't expect to be caught at this time of the night. Raising my arms in surrender, I got thoroughly searched and this time, not even one weapon was left on me. I followed them into the stinking mansion as the stench of stale sweat, cigarettes, and whatever the hell the rest were, filled the hallway. We took the short stairs to the large living room where Alaric and Steve sat sprawled on a couch and having the time of their life. One of the guards pushed me forward to stand in front of the two men. They signaled for the girls around them to leave. Soon, it was just us and a couple of guards. Don Hugo stepped out from behind a door in the west wing, he was followed by Don Galo. I s

Edoardo squeezed his brows as he drove us back out the gate and sighed. He spared a worried glance at me and said, "he's lost a lot of blood, Aria. The bullets did a lot of damage. They said we should prepare for the worst." I bit my bottom lip, holding in the sob that was dying to come out. "Pietro is a fighter, Aria. He's going to come out of surgery well and hearty. He has you, he'll never give up when he has you to come back to. You mean the world to him." "Yeah, he's a giant stubborn ass." I managed to say in a shaky voice. "Mm-hmm," Edoardo hummed. I cuddled my body closer to myself and pressed my nose against the T-shirt that still smelled like Pietro while Edoardo drove us away from the city. In between the ride, he spoke with Giancarlo on the phone and told him to take charge of things in his absence and not to let words about Pietro's health and whereabouts get out, even to their father. When he turned down a desolate-looking side road, I asked, "Are we almost t