All Chapters of What The Don Wants: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Isla~"I love you too, Isla."I couldn't believe the audacity of this man.At a time like this?I looked up to see that stupid grin on his face as he looked at me like he already knew my response.I narrowed my eyes at him, covering the now treated wound with a band-aid before standing back up to my full height."There." I muttered."All done." I turned around to head back in and discard my ruined dress, take a bath to freshen up and not smell like blood.But Dante held me back, his hand gripping my wrist tightly and stopping me from moving.I frowned at him.Then he slowly stood up, his eyes burning into mine with so much intensity now, as he towered over me.I swallowed, fighting my instincts to back away from him."I love you." He said again, this time with a more serious, passionate tone in his voice.My heart, I could practically hear it beating in my ears. My skin burnt under the intensity of his gaze.He meant what he said. He wasn't kidding.Or ...was he?I forcefully pried h

Dante~Tension, anger and the need for payback.The scent of blood still lingered in my memory from that night.The night I realized a new enemy.Ghost.Not even the thick smoke of cigars or the sharp tang of whiskey could mask the tension in the air. The underground war room buzzed with low murmurs and shifting weight, men on edge; waiting. The only light in the room came from the single dim chandelier that hung above the round table like a noose.This was one way we mourn our fallen.My men sat in silence, vargo to my left. Miguel across from me. The rest, a blend of old loyalists and newer blood kept their heads low, but their eyes flicked toward me, waiting for a signal.A word of command.I leaned back in my chair, knuckles clenched tight on the carved lion heads of the armrests."Casualties?" I asked, my voice low but commanding.Miguel cleared his throat, his face grim. "Two, Boss."Two.I felt the rage coil tight in my chest like a viper. I didn't scream. I didn't slam the ta

Isla~The rain tapped steadily against the car window, weaving long, sad lines through the glass as it blurred the world outside into a grey watercolor painting. A crowd had already gathered ahead, shadows dressed in black, umbrellas like wilted petals above their bowed heads. Some held onto each other for support, others stood stiffly, alone in their grief. All of them faced forward, toward the coffin that sat beneath a black canopy like it had been waiting.I rested my head lightly against the window, watching. Just watching.The weather couldn't have been more fitting.Death had a way of draining color out of everything. The sky was dull, the trees looked like they were mourning too, and even the grass, soaked and trampled under heavy shoes, had lost its usual luster.Beside me, Dante hadn't said a word since we pulled into the cemetery lot.He just sat there; still, staring ahead, jaw clenched, eyes stormy. Dressed in a crisp black suit with a black tie and white shirt, he looke

Dante~The ride back to the mansion was still a quiet one.But this time, I didn't mind at all. The silence was comfortable. Satisfactory.Isla sat beside me, fingers still laced with mine, her other hand clenched tightly in her lap. The way this woman looked at me with so much care like I could break any second.I hadn't said a word since the cemetery.And I didn't even think anything had to be said at the moment.Hailey's words lingered like a curse on my soul, but Isla's defending slap…her defiance…that was the light that fought it.I turned to look at her as she suddenly placed a head on my shoulder. There was that warm feeling in my heart again, the fluttering in my stomach.There was that strength that felt like I could take on the whole world, even if they all came at me.Isla made me feel like that. And I didn't think I could possibly find myself a better wife than her.A small smile tugged at my lips as I squeezed her hand lightly, trying to feel her warmth. As we pulled in

Isla~The repeated knocks on my door sent a wave of déjà vu washing through me. We had done this too many times for me to even count. Katya and I. But this time felt different.This time might actually be the last.And it terrified me more than I wanted to admit.Katya.She was finally leaving with Vargo today. Together, they would be off to Spain or God-knows-where. Somewhere far. Somewhere not here.And I should be happy. Happy that someone like Katya had finally found love, had found something that looked like peace in a man that, frankly, looked like he could use a lifetime of it. I should be thrilled that she found happiness.But a selfish part of me?It only thought about the fact that she was leaving me.Just like Kayla had done.And it filled me with this suffocating sadness. A grief I didn't know how to name. A quiet kind of pain that made it hard to breathe, let alone say goodbye."Isla!?" Katya's voice rang from the hallway, followed by another knock. She wasn't giving up.