All Chapters of In The Arms Of The Blind Don: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter Sixty-oneEnzoShould I have said something? Should I have told her that I didn’t mean those words the way they came out? Yes, they were the thoughts racing through my head, tormenting me in silence, but I didn’t mean to say them out loud—not like that, not to her. I should’ve told her it wasn’t her that was the problem. It was me. It’s always been me.I was the one who didn’t know how to receive love anymore. The one who couldn’t even recognize the feeling without panicking. The one who had built walls so high and so thick, not even light could get in. After all the betrayals, after all the knives buried into my back by women I once trusted, how was I supposed to believe in something as fragile, as volatile, as love?And now, I had broken the only good thing I had left.I hated how Rain had gone from being so soft and happy with me—to the deafening, soul-punching silence she gave me this morning. And what gutted me the most was knowing that I caused it. That I was the reason

Chapter Sixty-threeRainEvery day since that moment had felt like the best day of my life—like it could top the moment Enzo told me he loved me. But none ever did.Because that moment… that confession… it changed everything.For the first time in years, I felt loved. Truly loved. Seen. Wanted. And not in a fleeting, surface-level way, but deeply and constantly. It wasn’t just a one-time spark or a romantic high that faded with time. It was steady. It was daily. His love grew with every passing hour, and so did mine.Enzo was always by my side, as though being near me was the only thing that made sense to him. He sent me flowers at work, sometimes twice a day. Beautiful, extravagant arrangements with handwritten notes that said things like, “I love the way you melt when I touch you.” Or, “The world doesn’t deserve you, but I’ll keep trying to be the man who does.”And yesterday, while I worked on Reina’s wedding dress, perfecting the final fitting, Enzo stayed right there with me—thro

Chapter Sixty-fiveRainMaybe it wouldn’t have hurt this much if I had known from the beginning.If someone had just sat me down when I was a child and said, “You’re not ours, but you’re still loved,” maybe the ache wouldn’t have carved so deep into my chest.Maybe if I had grown up with the truth, I would have had time to build some kind of armor around it—to accept it, to shape my identity around it, not let it shatter me in one cruel moment.But no one told me.No one thought I deserved that kind of honesty.Instead, they let me grow up in a house where love felt like something I had to earn, where every hug felt rationed, where every word of affirmation was measured and second-guessed. And I still clung to the hope that one day, if I was good enough, kind enough, successful enough—they would treat me like I mattered. Like I was really theirs.But I was never really theirs.And now that I knew, it all made a sick kind of sense.Every punishment that felt too harsh. Every birthday t

Chapter Sixty-sevenEnzoI stood there, unable to move, unsure of where to turn. I didn’t know the way out of the building. I didn’t know how to find my way outside. I was just a blind man, lost in a place I couldn’t navigate, trapped in a moment I couldn’t fix. I had never felt so blind in my entire life. I couldn’t even run after Rain. I couldn’t go after her to stop her.Maybe people were right about me all along. Maybe I’d always thought too highly of myself. Maybe I was nothing more than a blind, miserable man who believed he was more than he really was. My woman was out there, hurting, slipping through my fingers, and I couldn’t even chase after her. I couldn’t do anything—except stand there, helpless, and let it happen.Watch it all unfold? No—I couldn’t even do that. I couldn’t see a damn thing. All I had were sounds.“Sir…” the woman’s voice came softly from behind me, and I turned slowly toward her. “If you don’t mind, I can help you out of here.”My heart twisted in my ches

Chapter Sixty-nineEnzoI couldn’t sleep.No matter how many times I turned from one side of the bed to the other, sleep refused to come. Each breath I took reminded me of her—of Rain—and the haunting truth that I still didn’t know where she was. I didn’t know what she was doing, whether she was safe, or if she was out there hurting alone.Every inch of this room reeked of her. Her scent. Her silence. Her absence. And with every hour that passed, my chest tightened under the weight of that uncertainty.When I got back home, I sent my men out immediately. I didn’t waste a second. I told them to search everywhere—every alley, every safe house, every damn corner of the city. I gave the order to raid known enemy hideouts if necessary. My men understood the gravity of that kind of instruction; they knew I never spoke lightly when it came to Rain. And usually, they delivered—always.But this time, for the first time in years, they came back empty-handed.They didn’t fail because they weren’