Semua Bab What The Don Wants: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Isla~"You must be Boss Dante's wife." I looked up at the blond woman with brown eyes, who was standing at a height of about 6 foot. From her accent, I could tell she was Russian.I narrowed my eyes at her outstretched hands, refusing to shake her."You must be the new babysitter." I retorted, leaning back on my seat and folding my arms."I don't like you already." The woman rolled her eyes at her comment like she was already used to it, plopping herself down on a sofa and making herself comfortable."I'm not surprised." She smirked, turning her eyes to the TV show I had been watching."He did say you have an attitude problem." My eyebrows furrowed and I clenched my fists at her words. I couldn't still believe that this was really happening, that I was being assigned to a fucking babysitter."I'm here to fix that." "I'm not a fucking child!" I seethed, jumping up from my seat as if it would prove my point.She arched a brow at me."Looks like I'm going to need a swear jar." Furio

Isla~"How dare you, Dante?" I seethed at the mafia don seated across from me, a cigar between his lips.Earlier, I got information on where he had been. It made me furious."We had a fucking agreement!" I yelled, feeling like I was about to burst from all the anger I felt.Dante however, didn't seem to be even slightly fazed by my outburst. His eyes had a bored expression as he listened to me rant continuously."You forcefully took me as your wife." I continued."You've killed my brother.""The least you can do is leave my parents alone!"Silence.The more he just sat there without a single care in the world, the angrier I got. We were talking about my parents for goodness's sake!Slamming my palm hard against the table, I abruptly pushed myself up on my feet. I was fed up with his bullshit."I'm talking to you, asshole!" I hissed.A pair of strong hands was suddenly clamped on my shoulders, pressing down and forcing me back into my seat.Katya."Ssshhh... little bird." She whispered

Isla~When I decided to go with Dante, I didn't imagine we would be taking a one hour flight on his private jet from Las Vegas to Los Angeles. I mean, he did warn me that we would be spending a couple days out here, so I really shouldn't be this surprised.I had been on many private flights before but none was quite like this. The kind of attention I was given by the staff onboard whenever they realized I was "Mrs Moretti" was overwhelming. It was almost like it was a pleasure for them to serve me but not because of me. They were obviously doing it to get on Dante's good side and for some reason, I didn't really mind.I just sat back, relaxing as I was being treated to the best flight experience, whilst being completely ignored by Dante.I listened to a couple of his discussions over the phone, straining my ears really hard to listen for anything that might pique my interest. I however gave up when he suddenly switched to Italian, deciding to sleep through the rest of the journey.

Isla~All these while and it never occurred to me that Nancy was the name of his sister.I stared at Dante with widened eyes as our limousine cruised past the vibrant night scenery of the city. I might be mistaken, but there was a look in his eyes that I never thought I'd see. Pain? Vulnerability? I could tell he really wanted his sister back.I suddenly shook my head, snapping myself out of my train of thoughts.Why should I feel pity for the man who took my own brother from me? Why should I feel bad for my brother's killer?"Not to be mean, but you've done worse to people." I suddenly blurted out, looking him right in the eyes."You killed my brother, remember?" Dante's eyes flickered with something dark, something dangerous and unpredictable and it made my stomach drop instantly.I tried to scoot away from him but his calloused hands were suddenly grabbing my wrists, eliciting a whimper from me."You want to go ahead and see me as the villain in your story, I'm okay with that." H

[A/N : This book doesn't in anyway encourage the vices that are portrayed in it. Reader's discretion is highly advised.]Dante~She wasn't here.It's been roughly an hour of me combing through a number of Harry's girls and I still couldn't find Nancy.I couldn't understand it.I had been looking for her all year and was led here by a reliable source. I was positive I'd find her and take her home with me tonight.Isla remained on the couch beside me, squirming uncomfortably at the effect of the tension in the room.I shook my head at the dark haired female brought before me, purple circles around her eyes. It was clear she had been subjected to some kind of ill-treatment before she was brought to me.With a grunt, Harry's men were taking her away while I watched.I came here for my little sister... and no one else."Wait!" Isla suddenly called out, jerking right up to her feet.I turned to look at her, a warning look on my face. She ignored."W...Where are you taking her?" She asked,