All Chapters of In The Arms Of The Blind Don: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter Eighty-oneRainThis is all my fault.I shouldn’t have come to Paris. God, I shouldn’t have dragged him here.If I hadn’t been so determined to chase ghosts that weren’t even ready to haunt me, if I hadn’t been so desperate to find pieces of a past that had never wanted to be found, none of this would have happened. We could’ve stayed back in New York or another any other country, or just anywhere else in the world that wasn’t cursed by my longing to know where I came from. But I had asked. I had wanted answers. I had hoped that knowing the truth about my parents would stitch something closed inside me. Instead, I opened a door wide enough for something dark to slip through.And now Enzo was the one paying for it. I shouldn’t have been so desperate. This wouldn’t be happening if I had just stopped when the door closed to this while we were still in New York. Maybe that was the heaven’s way of protecting us, maybe that was the way the heaven’s wanted to prevent us from walking

Chapter Eighty-threeRain My hands were shaking uncontrollably, even as I clung to Enzo like he was the only anchor in a world that had turned into quicksand beneath my feet. My entire body trembled with a violent force, a storm brewing from the inside out, threatening to sweep me away, to drown me in the weight of what I had just done.I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know where to turn or what to feel. My mind was spinning in chaotic circles, unable to process the gravity of what had just happened. It felt like a terrible dream—no, a nightmare. One of those horrifying kinds you fight to wake up from, only to realize the pain is real. The scene played again and again in my mind like a twisted film on repeat: the sound of the gunshot, the recoil that threw me off balance, the sheer force that knocked me backward and down to the floor. And then—Andrew’s face. The anguish. The shock. The slow collapse of his body as the bullet pierced through his chest and he crumpled to the ground,

Chapter Eight-fiveEnzoIt was that time of the year again.It was the one night where the world’s strongest men, the kings of the shadows, the capos of different cartels and ground, the wolves in tailored suits, came together under one roof. Whether you were an enemy or an ally, it didn’t matter that night. That night, there’d be no grudges, no vendettas, no blood spilled on the floor—just silence, power, and presence. For that single evening, we were all one. We were the same.It was the gathering of the underworld.They called it the Syndicate Ball.It was always a night wrapped in mystery, spoken of only in code. Where fortunes were discussed over glasses of century-old wine. Where wars were postponed for a dance. Where vengeance were paused for a drink. Where the deadliest men alive smiled politely and shook hands with the ones they would one day bury. Whether you meant it or not, that night, you had to have a smile masked on your face.It was a tradition. It was a show of unity

Chapter Eighty-sixEnzoI still couldn’t believe it. It felt unreal—like a dream I wasn’t ready to wake up from. That I could hold Rain in my arms, not just breathe in the scent of her hair, but actually see it. That I could look at the strands of her long, flowing hair as they fell in smooth waves and stopped just above her waist. It was no longer a memory I clung to in the dark—it was here, in front of me, alive and vivid.That I could not only inhale the familiar scent of her clothes, that soft jasmine and something unique scent of hers, but now see the exact shade of the fabric hugging her skin, the way the light clung to it. It felt like witnessing color for the first time. It felt like stepping into a new world.What overwhelmed me most was her eyes. I couldn’t just guess their direction anymore or rely on instinct to know when she was looking at me. I could see her eyes now, the warm, deep, a color I’d only dreamed about and I could see the way they twitched slightly when they

Chapter Eighty-nineEnzoI wanted her. More than ever.Rain turned, finally noticing me, and a small smile curled on her lips. It was the kind of smile that made everything in me still and roar at the same time. Henri was right when he talked about Rain’s smile. It wasn’t just beautiful, it was calming. The way her heavenly white teeth flashed at me slightly made my body pulsed with longing. “You’re back,” she said softly, adjusting the sash of her robe with a lazy grace that only made it worse—no, better. So much better.I could see more than I was seeing before, the turgid erection of her nipples, the mouth-drooling curve of her hips.I took a step forward, the bouquet still behind me, and I nodded at her. I couldn’t speak. Not yet. I was afraid if I opened my mouth, I’d confess everything too soon. That I would tell her that I could now see her, that I could see the way her bit on her lips gently as I closed the gap between us and we’d be too lost in the happiness to do what I re