Lahat ng Kabanata ng In The Arms Of The Blind Don: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Chapter Seventy-twoRainWe made our way toward the boarding gate, walking side by side, his hand grazing mine every now and then like he was making sure I didn’t pull away. My heart was thudding loudly in my chest—not just because of the reason for our trip anymore, but because this was happening. This was really happening. I was actually about to get on a plane.A fucking plane, and for the first time in my entire existence.I had never been on one before, though I had been to an airport before and that was for a school trip that happened when I was still very young. It took everything to get my stepmother to agree to paying for the trip them.But not once in my entire life had I thought I’d ever be in a position to walk through airport gates like I actually belonged here, let alone board an actual flight. And not just any flight—Enzo booked first class. First class. My jaw had dropped like a crack when I saw the tickets.I was still trying to wrap my head around it as we handed ove

Chapter Seventy-fourRainI thought I would get the answers to my questions here. I thought I would find my parents and ask them what a helpless baby could have done to deserve being dumped in a foreign country while they vanished into another.I thought I would finally get answers to the questions that have continued to infect my thoughts and cloud my mind year after year. I thought maybe—just maybe—they had thought about me once through the years. But the truth waiting for me was deeper than anything I imagined.My truth was darker. It was painful. Pitiful.I was a baby, abandoned by her own people. Left alone, vulnerable, discarded. Left to be picked up by someone else who was strong enough to take me but never intended to become my family in the way I longed for or to die.How could anyone do that to an innocent baby? Why would anyone bring a child into this world only to abandon them and force them to suffer through the things I had to endure? Why would they leave a child—leave m

Chapter Seventy-sixEnzoThe last time I remember, I made sure to clear every issue I had with anyone in Paris before leaving for New York. I was deliberate about it. I didn’t want to owe anyone anger or resentment. I ensured no one had a lingering grudge or an open wound they could one day turn against me. Paris was supposed to remain a peaceful escape for me, a place I could run to when the weight of the dark world grew too heavy, when I needed to breathe again. But now? Strangers were trailing us, and I couldn’t figure out who would want to come after me here. It didn’t add up. After all the settlements, the negotiations, the clean-ups, I still wasn’t safe? Who could dare to follow me like this? I didn’t understand it.“What’s going on?” Rain’s shaky voice pierced my thoughts, trembling with fear.I turned toward her, and even though my eyes couldn’t see, I didn’t need vision to feel her panic. Her breathing was shallow and scattered, like she was teetering between a breakdown and

Chapter Seventy-eightEnzo It was like we were racing time, like we couldn’t devour each other fast enough.I lifted her into my arms like I couldn’t bear a second more of not having her beneath me. My chest pressed to hers, heart to heart, and I carried her to the bed with a sense of urgency I couldn’t disguise—even though I wished I could slow time itself.I laid her down gently, savoring the moment she sank into the mattress. Her body radiated heat—raw, aching anticipation that pulsed off her in waves. I climbed over her, hovering for a breathless second, caught between worship and hunger.I kissed my way down from her chest, lips grazing the swell of her beautiful, full breasts, lingering just enough to make her arch beneath me. I moved lower, tracing the soft dip of her belly with my mouth until I reached the band of her pants.I didn’t pause. I pulled them down her legs with one smooth motion, baring her completely to me.And then I knelt between her thighs and just looked.The

Chapter EightyEnzoAfter a beautiful, long minutes of driving with Rain and Louis’s laughter spilling like soft jazz into the quiet hum of the car, the vehicle finally came to a halt.Their voices had wrapped around me like warmth, Rain’s laughter light and honeyed, Louis’s slightly louder, more dramatic, but the kind of dramatic that made you feel at home. It had been soothing. It had been everything. And I was glad Rain could be with someone like her and have a good time with her. I didn’t need to see Louis to know what was going to be a good sister to Rain, her presence and voice exuded positivity and love and I could tell that from the moment she realized Rain was the baby her mother picked from the streets years ago.The car eased to a slow stop, and I could feel the gentle shift of weight as Louis unbuckled her seatbelt, still mid-sentence about some boutique they needed to visit after breakfast and some other places she wanted to go. She had went on about lot of places she wo