All Chapters of Addicted To You : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

If a time would come when there would be sibling rivalry in their family then Sasha would have never believed it. Their late mother gave birth to just the three of them, and she died while birthing she and her sister. Their father raised them ever since and Vincent acted like the best big brother one could ever have.He was protective, he showered them with love and affection, he even got them gifts every month and never for once forgot their birthdays even when Mr. Marco, their father did. He had always been the person who cherished their sibling bond the most and never forsaken it.He stepped in as a role model, someone they could look up to, someone reliable...but he ruined that just because of what? An obsession? No, probably addiction or...pure madness.Her eyes were spitting fire at him as she glared, the unquenchable and vengeful kind, just for him. Her question rang in the air and instead of replying, he moved closer to her with his hands raised in the air in a harmless gestur

THE STATE'S MUSEUM ~ The state's museum was in the country's capital, Rome. The museum wasn't just built there for nothing, it was like another beautiful treasure in Rome, since the capital is a popular destination for tourists and history buffs alike who come to see the iconic landmarks. Most of them visit the museum after, but not only tourists come here, museum enthusiasts also come here to view the new collections while some come for the auction of priceless drawings and artifacts.A fine slender lady with long brown hair could be seen staring at one of the museum's treasures—a painting. It was a mosaic painting of a man holding his wife by the throat, depicting abuse and in-depth emotions. She stretched her hand out to touch the painting and that's when a little boy came running to her."Miss Rebecca!" Jesus called, dragging his tiny tote bag after him. She looked in that direction."Jesus! What are you doing here, Jesus?" She exclaimed in surprise and the kid just smiled.

[ Vallombrosa Torture Warehouse ]The first time this eerie warehouse was built, it's purpose was to house the pests and rascals who made it a pledge to cross paths with the very person who they should have ran from. But now, it was more than that, it didn't just house the rascals, it witnessed the deaths, the torture and haunted the enemies who heard of it.Just like every other scenario, a rickety truck stopped right in front of the warehouse to drop another set of pests. The truck's boot was opened and two men bundled the pests out into the hellish warehouse and the driver drove the truck away."Boss, we got them." Victor informed Antonio over an Intel bud as they dropped the two bags on the messy floor. The second man untied two sacks on the floor. Victor watched as the man removed the pathetic father and son out of each sack. The pests were actually humans, but he knew his boss preferred calling them something else...The father and son duo were both fucking a woman in their

"Good riddance." Antonio muttered................................................................................The more Antonio watched, the more pissed off he was at the fact that Xavier's death was meaningless, quick with no consequences.Xavier and Sherlock were abducted by his men and he got no warnings, no messages, no troubling fights, just a life goes on that shows that their lives were insignificant to the mafia.He wanted a fight, something aggravating but it seems his enemies are either too scared or don't care much about them to cause chaos.His father was killed six years ago and nothing happened, just a quiet acceptance which makes him think everyone was tryna mind their business now.He took over the Cosa Nostra after his father's death as the rightful leader and his plan was using his power and connections in destroying his enemies one by one and claiming his beloved whether she liked it or not. Yeah, that was his plan, but things changed, it all looks easier now.T

[Outside the SR mansion]The mansion's structure wasn't as large or as complex as other bigger houses in Italy, so to find someone who was hiding in the house wouldn't be so hard or confusing.That's what she thought, but she has been rambling about every corner in the mansion and she still hasn't seen him. Or was Vincent lying to her?Was he pulling her leg? If so, he better tell God his last prayers cause he might not live to see another day. But, he wouldn't gain anything by raising her hopes up for nothing, plus he looked like he was telling the truth.Determined, she continued checking, the garage, the garden, every nook and cranny of the house, even between her mimosa flowers. When she saw no sign up of him she turned back and decided to go back into the house. “kee-eeeee-arr!!” A loud screeching cry resounded behind her and she shrieked.She turned around subconsciously and her eyes widened as she saw a big owl flying towards her.She ducked the coming bird, but the creatu