Alle Kapitel von In The Arms Of The Blind Don: Kapitel 111 – Kapitel 120

Chapter One Hundred And ElevenEnzoI dropped onto one knee, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My heart was pounding hard in my chest, not of fear, but filled with a mix of joy, excitement, and a nervous anticipation that painted itself across my face. I couldn’t hold back the smile tugging at my lips, the kind that came straight from deep within my soul.I drew in a deep breath, steadying myself. “Rain…” I whispered, then paused. My throat tightened, and I had to breathe again. This was going to be one of the most important moments of my life, of our lives. I had to make it count. I had to say the words she would remember forever, I had to whisper to her the words that would stay engraved in her heart for the rest of her days. Because if there was anyone in this world who deserved love, happiness, and a family that lasted a lifetime, it was Rain.My fingers brushed lightly against the velvet box I was holding, the diamond ring inside glistening faintly under the soft glow of th

Chapter One Hundred And ThirteenRainThe ride to the hospital was like a torture, it felt endless, yet far too quick. Enzo was half-conscious in my arms, his breathing uneven, his face pale under the dim light of the car. My chest rose and fell in sharp, shallow breaths, and when the car finally screeched to a halt before the tall white building, I almost threw myself out before the driver fully stopped.It was the hospital owned by Enzo and I was a bit relieved they would attend to him faster than any other place. The familiar walls of the hospital that once felt like safety now loomed over me like stone, cold and heavy. The doors slid open and nurses rushed out, wheeling a gurney. My arms shook as I carefully let them take him from me, but even when their gloved hands replaced mine, my fingers twitched as though they still held him.“Save him, don’t let him go,” I whispered, chasing after them as they pushed him through the sliding doors. My steps barely kept up with the wheels. “

Chapter One Hundred And FifteenRainHe was different, fearfully different and I just couldn’t imagine going back to those moment where his eyes were void of the love and affection I was now used to.The silence between us was deafening. My chest tightened, my breaths came in, short and shallow. The steady beeping of the machines beside me was the only thing reminding me that I wasn’t dreaming, that all of this was real, painfully real.The doctor spoke again, his calm voice slicing through the thick air. He glanced at me briefly before turning his full attention to Enzo.“Call the nurse,” he instructed one of the assistants, his tone clipped. “Bring the necessary drugs and the discharge papers. We’ll get him prepared now.”The nurse hurried out, and within minutes, trays of supplies and files were brought in. The doctor walked closer to Enzo’s side, his face unreadable, yet filled with concern. I just couldn’t tell what it was, but I could tell there was something going on with Enzo

Chapter One Hundred And SeventeenEnzoI had lived my whole life believing a lie. I had spent almost every year of my existence thinking the people around me were family when they were my enemies in disguise. I lived among the most dangerous men and women, smiling at them while they plotted my ruin. They stole my mother and then my brother; after a string of failed attempts to destroy me, they came for my sight. They didn’t stop at blinding me — they tried to kill me more than once. I escaped their claws again and again, slipping through the net they set, but each survival left a brand of fury in me that would not be soothed.Now that fury had a face and a direction. I would make them taste, in full measure, every fear they had made me feel. I would force them to stand before the consequences of what they’d done. Oh, I would watch them gnash their teeth, writhing in the ruin they brought upon themselves, and I would not flinch. I would take what they took from me and return it tenfold

Chapter One Hundred And NineteenRainThe first thing that reached me was the beeping. That steady, rhythmic sound, pulling me out of the dark. Then came the smell, sharp and sterile, the kind that swirled through the air in hospitals. My eyelids felt like they were weighed down with an heavy object, but I forced them open, blinking against the white fluorescent light overhead.A thin tube tugged at my hand when I tried to move. The ceiling blurred, then sharpened again, and slowly I realized I wasn’t in my own bed. My throat was dry, burning, and when I tried to swallow, it hurt.I turned my head just enough to look around, and I saw him. Enzo sat slouched in the chair beside me, his elbows on his knees, his hands buried in his hair. His shirt was rumpled, his jaw shadowed with exhaustion. His eyes were closed, but even in sleep—or what looked like sleep—he seemed tense, like his body refused to rest.My lips parted, a weak sound slipping out before I could stop it. “Enzo…”His head