Alle Kapitel von The Don's Forbidden Muse: Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

We pull up in front of my apartment, and I feel a mix of relief and dread. The events from earlier today play on a loop in my mind. That fight was quite unnecessary, if I’m being honest. I hate that Alessandro would side with Mia and try to doubt my brother. He was shot trying to save my father, and they still think there’s no way he could have gotten out on his own. It still hurts that Alessandro didn’t even attempt to defend my brother—or me, for that matter.As Luca parks the car, I glance at Raul beside me. He’s pale, leaning back, but there’s a quiet determination in his eyes that reassures me. My father is seated silently in front, his attention ahead. Bella sits on my other side, gripping my hand as if she can read my thoughts, grounding me when I feel close to spiraling. My father suggested we go home, to his place, but Luca and Alessandro said that would be a bad idea because the Northern mafia would look for him there. We couldn’t go to Raul’s place because it’s an hour away

I head outside, needing air. The sun is warm, and the sound of gunfire echoes across the field. Watching everything that’s happening feels like watching art. It’s not every day you get the privilege of seeing over ten athletic, shirtless men training. It’s a sight to behold. I think it’d be even cooler if I grabbed Bella and we just sat back and watched. But before I can consider fetching her, my eyes land on Luca, who’s commanding the session with effortless ease. There’s a natural confidence to him, a charisma that’s impossible to ignore.I take a few steps closer, and as if he senses it, he glances over and smiles.An idea springs to mind, and before I can second-guess myself, I walk toward him. “Luca,” I call out.“Hey,” he lifts his vest, patting the sweat off his face with it. The moment my eyes land on his abs, my jaw drops.Okay, wow.“What’s up?” His tone i

I stare at the phone for a moment, unable to process what just happened. The call replays in my mind as I hand the phone back to Luca when he stretches his hand out, but I don’t say a word. I could ignore what she said and not meet her. I don’t know what she wants to talk about, but I have a feeling she knows everything. The thing is, if I ignore her, it’ll look like I’m guilty. And I’m not. At least, I’m trying to convince myself I’m not.“What did she want?” Dell asks, pulling me from my thoughts. There’s concern etched in his voice.“She wants to see me,” I say, my voice betraying my confusion.Dell furrows his brows, matching my bewilderment.“Why would she want that?”“She wants us to talk.” Honestly, I’m scared, but I’m trying so hard not to show it.“You know you can’t go, right?” Dell says, and I shake my head

I stop just before reaching the main living room, take a deep breath, exhale, and pat dry the tears that have been falling. When I walk into the living room, Dell is seated on the couch, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, while Luca paces near the window. They both look up as I enter, and my steps falter at the sight of Luca.I don’t understand him. How could he bring me here, knowing what would happen? Knowing Maria would—“Dell,” I say, my voice trembling as I try to calm myself and act as nonchalant as I can. “Take me out of here. Now.”“Renée, are you okay?” he asks, standing and walking toward me. I clear my throat and nod, unwilling to talk about what just happened.“What did she do?” he asks, frowning. Before I can answer, Luca turns, his expression a mix of guilt and something I can’t decipher.“I’ll take you,” he says softly. “I&rsqu

I’m standing in Raul’s guest room, staring at the dress I bought. I kind of passed by the store and picked it up while we were driving here last night. It’s gorgeous, no doubt, but it doesn’t take away the thoughts swirling in my head. What am I even doing? When I suggested Alessandro take me out on a date, it was in the heat of the moment. I needed to say something to distract him from asking me not to leave the country. Now that the day is here, I’m dreading every minute as it approaches.There’s someone perched on the edge of the bed, grinning like she’s known me forever—Emilia, Raul’s fiancée. Her energy is warm but almost overwhelming. I get that she’s excited to meet me and wants to bond, but I didn’t necessarily want her in the room while I’m getting ready for the date. I couldn’t tell her no, though, because this is her and Raul’s place.“Are you sure about these ea