All Chapters of What The Don Wants: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Dante~There was something about the silence that pissed me off.Not the absence of noise, no. The mansion was always too quiet, too orderly, but the silence inside my head. A storm was building, and for the first time in a long time, I didn’t have answers.I was restless.And I hated that.El Cajón’s voice kept replaying in my mind.Your father has something that belongs to me. And you, Dante, are the only man alive who knows where it is."But I didn't. Or maybe I did, and just didn't know it yet.I sat with my thoughts in the study, a half-finished glass of whiskey warming in my hand, the sunlight burning through the tall windows. I was barely even feeling the burn of the alcohol. My mind was too far gone for the comfort of liquor.The bastard had known my father. That much was clear. And now, conveniently, he needed a favor. A favor tied to a man who has been six feet under for years.The thought made my jaw clench.I'd known our time on the island came with a price. Again, El Cajó

Isla~I didn't know how long it had been. Hours? Forever?I had spent the entire time pacing restlessly in the living room. My mind was a mess as I kept thinking of her; Seraphine.How she had confidently waltzed into this mansion knowing she would be untouchable, how she had held a knife to my neck but didn't get any reprimanding from Dante.And the kiss. She had intentionally claimed Dante's lips right before my very eyes, knowing it would piss me off.She knew who I was so she must have known I'm his wife. And still, she chose to disrespect me.My breathing became more ragged with each second I spent thinking about it, about Dante and his strange "lover".This wasn't like the time at the island when I had to watch him being sucked by those waitresses. I still got aroused from watching that but this? This was more than I could handle.Whatever Dante has with Seraphine, I could tell it pretty intense. They've clearly known each other for longer than I'd like to admit. And I couldn't

A/N: so, just thought about trying this third person POV. Please tell me how you feel about it in the comments,🥺!]The morning sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, casting golden patterns on the tiled floor of Dante's bedroom. He stood in front of the tall mirror, bare-chested, his black slacks already hugging his hips. His hands moved mechanically, tugging a white dress shirt over his shoulders, fingers slow as they began buttoning each loop.His gloomy reflection stared back at him.A version of himself he barely recognized.His once-sharp eyes looked tired, shadowed by the dark circles carved deep under them. His hair was still damp from the shower, curls unruly and curling over his forehead. But it wasn't his appearance that weighed on him. It was the image of her.Isla.Her name whispered through his mind, impossible to ignore.The sadness in her eyes the night before had pierced through his defenses. The way she looked at him, like he was a stranger, like he had betray

Isla~My eyes remained squinted at the older man, as he sat across from me.After what happened earlier, he had brought us to a nearby local bar, to "talk". Despite my skepticism, I had agreed to follow him.Afterall, he did save us.He raised up his head to grin at a glaring Katya, who remained standing behind me with her arms folded."Aren't you going to sit already? Have a drink or two?" El Cajon urged."No, thank you. I'm fine standing up." Katya muttered, narrowing her eyes at him.She also felt the same way I felt about this man. There was something about him that just felt...not right, ominous.El Cajon chuckled at her words, proceeding to raise his glass to his lips for another sip of his beer.His gaze slowly landed on Kayla, who was still clinging to my side, shaken by the incident that took place earlier today. Then on me, I watched him intently as the corners of his lips tugged up in a smirk.Looking at him, I could tell he was probably around the same age as my father. Ho

Isla~"But very soon, you will know."It's been over two days already and those words have refused to leave my head. Was Dante just stalling? Avoiding the answer to my question? Or was he genuinely clueless as to what it was?But how could he be holding something that belongs to another man and not be aware of it? Was El Cajon just playing silly mind games with me?It all seemed so confusing the more I thought about it and I just wanted to scream and pull out my hair in frustration.I finally stood up from the couch where I had been lazing all day. Maybe a walk around the yard will put my mind at ease.Kayla and Katya seemed to be having fun already in their room. I could hear their laughter all the way from the floor above me.I suddenly stopped in front of a nearby mirror to give myself a quick once-over and goodness! Was I horrified.My skin appeared to be a little more paler than usual, a contrast to the red, lengthy, unkempt hair protruding from my scalp. I had crumbs tiny crust