บททั้งหมดของ What The Don Wants: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Dante~The echo of gunfire ricocheted through the steel belly of the vault, deafening and endless. Smoke clung to the air like fog, thick and choking, tasting of gunpowder and metal. The fluorescent lights above flickered, a few already shattered from stray bullets, casting erratic shadows across the concrete floor. Chaos wrapped itself around every second.I pressed my back to a rusted column, cocked my pistol, and leaned out just far enough to squeeze off two more rounds. The sharp reports of my shots were swallowed up in the echoes of return fire."Shit!" I hissed as I ducked back, a bullet grazing the corner of the pillar and spraying dust into my face.This wasn't a just a hit. It was a damn ambush.Vargo was crouched behind a toppled crate a few feet away, firing blindly around the corner. The moment he ducked back, his eyes met mine."Shit! I'm out of ammo!" he called over the din, voice tight with urgency.I swore under my breath and checked my own magazine. Three rounds left.

Dante~She moved with elegance; practiced, perfected, poisonous.Seraphine slid into the seat beside me like she belonged there, like we were something more than enemies forced into the same photo frame. Her hand brushed against my arm, then clung there like a parasite seeking warmth.She leaned in close, resting her head briefly on my shoulder.As if this was normal.As if I wasn't silently seething.Her perfume was sickly sweet, her fingers soft and wandering, stroking the inside of my wrist like she was soothing a lover instead of provoking a beast. Every touch made my skin crawl.I couldn't pull away.Not with him watching.El Diablo sat just feet away, sipping wine like this was some happy family reunion. His presence was a vise tightening around my neck. One wrong move, one wrong word and I'd be feeding the worms behind this cursed manor.I forced myself to look away, focusing instead on the decorated dancers who had begun their performance in the center of the dining hall. It w

Isla~As much as I hated to admit it, I was scared.The silence, the uncertainty. They were all gradually getting to me.Cold air swept through the broken windowpane of the suite, chilling my skin where torn fabric left it exposed. My arms were bound to the arms of the chair, raw and aching from struggling. My ankles were numb. My lips dry and cracked. I'd been locked up here for a day or two?Time had stopped meaning anything.What didn't stop, though, were the thoughts, the voices.And Seraphine's smug face was one of them.That conniving, venomous smile as she stood too close to Dante. I could see it in my mind like it was burned into the back of my eyelids. Her eyes daring me to react. As if this was her throne now. As if I had been just a footnote in his story.She was probably with him now.Touching him. Whispering in his ear. Clinging to him like she belonged.The thought sent rage surging through me. My entire body tensed as I let out a scream, yanking against the restraints

Isla~A single tear fell from my eyes as I looked down at the object in my hand.Katya had given it to me on our flight down here.It was a tie clip. Fernando's signatory tie clip.But he was no longer wearing it.The guard from earlier wasn't lying about him.He came trying to save me, but only ended up meeting his demise.They watched him burn alive in his car. They killed him.Seraphine killed him.My trip to Sicily wasn't just about Dante at this point. I wanted payback.I wanted blood on my hands.And it looked like I would be having it sooner than expected.Raising my head, I looked through the car window as I blinked back more tears. I let out a sniffle, attracting concerned looks from both Kayla and Katya.But none of them uttered a word. At least not to me.Sicily.It was indeed a beautiful place, and I tried to distract myself with the vibrance of the passing scenery. From the cobbled streets to the terracotta rooftops and bustling markets that buzzed with life. It all looke

[A/N: This chapter is somewhat the same as the previous one. Only, this happens from Dante's point of view.]Dante~The atmosphere was abuzz with excitement and anticipation, as the priest read out a bunch of marital sermons.Although I was standing right at the altar and in front of Seraphine, my mind seemed to be anywhere but here.A couple fake smiles were thrown my way, and they suffocated me. I wanted to be done with this as soon as possible.I brought my mind back to the present, looking right at Seraphine. Even with the veil over her face, I could see the smug expression she had on.She had won. Or so she thought.All I just needed was a confirmation. I just needed to know Isla had been found and safely escorted back to safety.Then I'd be able to go all out on Seraphine."Mr. Moretti?"The priest's voice sliced through the silence like a blade. My name, spoken with forced calm, yanked me from the storm of thoughts I had been drowning in."Do you now, take Miss Seraphine Vall