Todos os capítulos de The Don's bargain : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Bella~As Tomaso laughed and smiled, my heart was filled with a certain kind of joy that I couldn't explain. If there was something more than joy? That was how I felt."Is there something wrong?" He asked , pulling me out of my thoughts. It was then I realized that I had staring at him for so long. He waved my hands in my direction trying to get my attention."Hey." I smiled and tucked a stray strand of my hair behind my ears. "Done eating?" I asked him and he nodded.Just the moment I was about to pick up the dishes, he glared at me and shook his head. "You don't have to do all of this, I could take them to the kitchen." He said to him and I nodded, taking my hands of the plates them he took them to the kitchen. I was so eager to find out about a lot of things and It seemed like the drugs weren't working. That was the only thing on my mind but I didn't want to make it obvious. I feel like he would feel exploited line we wanted to use him for something else we weren't telling him abo

TomassoIt was obvious that I was alive. But I felt like I was dead. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I was sad or anything. Neither was I happy.I just felt like I wasn't truly living my life. I was just a trapped in a body that wasn't mine. Each time, I would look at my surroundings and they would look distinctly familiar yet so strange, yet I felt out of place. I didn't know if therewas a cure for all of this. But they said I had lost my memory si I was hoping that when my memories came back, I would be free from this feeling. I woul d. Stop feeling out of place in my body and surroundings.I glanced at myself in the mirror and i immediately looked away because I had no memory of this fave I couldn't even remember looking at my face before. Is it really possible that I had lived this life before.While Marco was around he had shown me pictures of myself and I couldn't see that he wss lying. In my past life or should I say before now? We used to be friends. So because of him i bel

The next morning, stefano came back home exhausted. I glared at him tired eyes."What's the problem again?" I asked him and he simply waved a dismissive flick of his wrist."Really?" I asked. "are you fucking going to act this way?" I said to him. "I thought we passed this stage Stefano. We can't Keep going around in circles." I spat out genuinely tired of how he acts when things do not go according to his plan. He mostly acted like he was my fault no matter how much I rrud to console him. It wasn't my fault and he knew it, I would do everything to within my power to help him. But right now my hands my were tied since I wasn't a mafia person. I could not even hold a gun to save my life."We couldn't kill him." He simply said and I glanced at him."How come?" I asked. I could recall that Stefano had told me that he had insructed his army commandant to get rid of him and now it's crazy that their plans had fallen through."He has been out of the country for a while and he has been secur

Just after we got out, I glanced at Tomasso briefly as we stepped out the car. His face was hard to read, like he was trying not to show anything. My heart was beating fast, like I didn’t know what was about to happen even though I had prepared myself for it.“Just try your best to smile at him okay?” I said to him, resting my hand lightly on his arm.He didn’t respond right away. Just nodded a bit and looked down at his shoes. I could tell he was nervous. Even if he didn’t want to admit it.I turned to Marco, who was already getting out from the driver’s side. “Marco,” I called gently, stopping him before he could come around.“Yeah?” he asked.“Please, just stay in the car,” I told him. “I don’t want you to see all this. It’s messy… you know, family stuff. I just want to deal with it alone.”He looked like he wanted to argue but then sighed and nodded. “Alright. I’ll be right here.”“Thanks,” I whispered before turning back to the gate.Tomasso stood by the entrance, his arms crosse

Standing at the archway between the kitchen and the living room, I sense Stefano’s tension the instant he steps through our front door. He closes the door a little too hard behind him, and the sound echoes through the quiet house. I stop what I’m doing and carefully slide the towel from my hands, my breathing catching at the weight of him. My husband’s shoulders droop under a burden I cannot see, and already I can feel the tight, anxious ache swirling in my chest.“It’s been a long day,” I whisper, though I don’t even have to say it. I know the weariness in the slump of his shoulders, in the way his tie is undone and his jacket hangs limply from his forearm. I reach out to brush a fingertip over the stubble on his cheek. He stands motionless in the hallway, eyes unfocused and distant. I imagine the ghosts of the day’s battles swirling in his mind. Even before he speaks, I know I need to reach him—now.Slowly, I close the distance between us. Before I can even think, my arms slide arou