บททั้งหมดของ What The Don Wants: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Dante~I was glad for the damn meeting to finally be over. And no, it wasn't because I wanted to retire to bed.Isla.I could still smell her, taste her on my fingertips. The same fingers I had slid into her warm wetness.She tried desperately to hold back her moans, to appear unaffected by my action. She failed.And in all honesty, I was also as affected as she was. The ongoing conversation had just proved a useful tool to distract myself.Otherwise, I would have folded easily.Taking one last sip from my glass of wine, I looked up at the window of her room on the first floor. The lights were out.Perhaps she was already asleep, exhausted from today's activities. I almost felt bad for dragging her down for tonight's meeting. Almost.A sigh left my lips, and I finally turned to head inside. I signaled to one of my men at the gate, giving him a slight nod. A silent order to keep an eye out. Just in case.I entered the house, my footsteps unusually light and almost inaudible. The hallwa

Dante~"Until then, I'm not going with you on your little trip to Sicily."I took in a deep breath as I stood by my window, staring into space.Those words replayed in my head like a broken record. I guess she really meant what she said.This time, she was ready to fight me for as long as she deemed necessary.Because it's been three days and I haven't still been able to contact Katya. I've never had to contact her whenever she went on previous missions. She always checked in. She always returned. So it was impossible to reach her as usual.But this time felt different.Still, I couldn't let that stop my journey. Today was the day I leave for Sicily.I wasn't just running away from the chaos here, I was heading into a different storm. One that might finally give me answers.To unravel the mystery behind this chip implanted in me.My hand slowly lifted to touch the spot on my chest. Right there. That's where my father had implanted the device. And all these years I've lived in ignoranc

Isla~This was it!I took in a deep breath as I stood in front of the familiar, tall building.This was my moment to fix... everything.If this plan doesn't work, then I didn't know what else will.I adjusted my mini-gown one last time, before proceeding into the night club. Like before, the bouncers let me enter without any hassle. Probably because of Katya's influence.I smiled nervously at them as I finally entered into the loud sea of dancing, drunk people.The music vibrated through the floor beneath my feet as I made my way deeper into the club, surrounded by flashing lights and the buzz of the crowd. The strobe lights flicker in a dizzying dance, and the air felt thick with heat and the scent of alcohol. I found myself moving to the beat, pretending to be one of the carefree club-goers. But underneath the façade, my heart raced. Every part of me was alert, ready to pounce at the slightest sign of him.The hooded manI couldn't afford to slip up.I repeated the plan in my head

Isla~"Fucking stupid!" I hissed, knocking a nearby glass off the table.I was mad.Mad at myself for everything that happened tonight. How could I have been so stupid? How could I not tell the whole time, that Seraphine had been behind Katya's disappearance all this time? The rage burned hotter in my heart, the more I thought about it.All those killings Dante had shown me, it was probably still her doing. Seraphine.She was the one inciting this war against her El Diablo, making us believe he had been the one behind all those attacks. I bet he isn't even aware of what Seraphine had been up to.I was pacing back and forth in the living room, seething and barely unable to control my rising temper. Fernando stood by the door, a nervous expression on his face as he watched me. Kayla too.But none of them dared to say a word.I hated this. I hated feeling like this.Powerless. Unable to do anything.Even now that I've confirmed who had been holding Katya, I couldn't do a damn thing ab

Dante~My father had always been a really uptight man. He never really spent time with me and Nancy, never smiled, never joked around.He was all about business but somehow, he still earned my utmost respect.I had watched him grieve after we lost our mother due to complications surrounding Nancy's birth.I watched him turn to alcoholism as a way to cope. He would drown himself in glass after glass of the strongest liquor. I listened as he would cry behind closed doors and cuss out my mother for leaving him.My father got fired from his job, things began going bad for him. Yet, he never for one day raise his voice at me or Nancy. He never blamed us for his misfortunes. At least, not openly.Instead, my father grew more distant and colder. He said fewer words.It was almost like he had assumed a whole new personality, one that scared me back then. I was way too young to understand what pain could do to a man. It didn't kill my father, so it transformed him. Into someone way darker.He