Semua Bab In The Arms Of The Blind Don: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Chapter Twenty-oneRainThis is all my fault. I’m to blame for everything.I should have listened. I should have just stayed back and let things take their course. Hell, I shouldn’t have defied Enzo. Now, it wasn’t just me paying the price—he was. He was lying there, unconscious, losing pints of blood, all because I chose to disobey him.Damn me. Damn me for not listening and for putting him in danger.I knew I was chasing my own freedom, but I should have listened. I should have just stayed.My body trembled as I watched Enzo’s men lift him into the car. They ushered me in before speeding off, emergency lights flashing as we tore through the streets. My heart pounded when I realized we weren’t heading to a hospital—we were going home.“Why are we going home? We should go to a hospital! Enzo… Enzo is not doing well!” I protested, panic clawing at my throat.“Home is where we go during times like this,” one of them responded flatly, but that answer wasn’t enough.I kept fighting them o

Chapter Twenty-threeRain My scalp tingled where his fingers tangled deep into my hair, gripping harder as he guided my mouth in slow, punishing strokes. My lips ached from the pounding thrusts. My throat burned from the sensation. But the heat between my legs—God, that was unbearable. I was melting, trembling, completely under his control. I was shattering and being priced back up.And I hated how much I loved it. I hated how much I wanted more of what he was doing to me.He was teaching me—no, breaking me—one command at a time. I could feel it in the way his hold on me tightened, in the way his body reacted to mine. I was doing better. But it still wasn’t enough for him. He wanted more, he wanted every inch of me submitting to him in ways I couldn’t even imagine. Enzo wanted every part of me.Suddenly, his hand slid down, cupping my chin, and pulled me off him with a wet pop that left my lips swollen and my chest heaving.I blinked up at him, my breath shaky, my mind reeling with e

Chapter Twenty-fiveEnzoI didn’t ask Rain to work for me to punish her—but to keep her close. As much as I knew she wouldn’t dare try to run away again, there was still that lingering doubt. I couldn’t completely trust her. She was a woman, after all. And women? They had done enough damage to me to prove they couldn’t be trusted.Was it Tina? Or Rose? Fiona? So many more who came into my life through deceit, only to leave me shattered after I gave them everything. I swore I’d never make that mistake again. I’d never give a woman my heart, or my trust. They didn’t deserve it.Rain would stay close, follow every rule I laid down. No questions. No hesitation. I’d have her beside me every second of the day, and with that, I’d prove to both Mom and Eduardo that I could have a woman of my own. One I could control, one I could claim.Maybe—just maybe—if I’d done the same with the others, they wouldn’t have betrayed me. They would have been either too scared, or too hooked on the dominance,

Chapter Twenty-sevenRainAndrew.Andrew Blake.He was my first love. A beautiful kind of love—though painfully one-sided. Before I could even gather the courage to admit how I felt, Andrew was already dating the hottest girl in school. And me? I was just the tacky nerd who knew nothing but her books.We grew closer when we joined the same study group. He needed help to raise his grades and asked for mine. We became best friends, inseparable through the rest of college—until we lost contact.I couldn’t believe it. I never thought I’d see him again. I had completely buried the memories, tucked them away into some forgotten corner of my heart. And now… he was here. Back in my life. And my heart—God—my heart still skipped at the sight of him, just like it used to. Each step Andrew took toward the sitting area sent my chest into a storm, thoughts and emotions racing through my mind all at once.Could this be the beginning of something new with him? There was no Elisa here. No hottest-girl

Chapter Twenty-nine. Enzo. I just hoped Rain had an explanation for what she did out there. I hoped she had some way to defend herself—for flirting with another man right in front of me. What exactly does she take me for? And why the hell is it so hard to make her understand these things? I was her husband. I am in control. I decide every single thing about her. Does she not get that? Does she not understand that defying me—provoking me—could cost her more than she could ever afford? What did she even think she was doing out there? Jerking my hand away like that… for another man? And what now? Was she going to run off with him and divorce me next? She doesn’t understand. She can’t. I’m the only one who can do that. I get to decide when she leaves. Not her. But she didn’t get it. No matter what I did, no matter how many times I made it clear—I was in control, not her—Rain still didn’t understand. Heck, why won’t she get it? I had punished her before, had shown her what h