All Chapters of What The Don Wants: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Isla~I thought the chaos was over. Apparently, I thought wrong."Hold her still, dammit!" Vargo barked over Katya's screeching."I’m trying!” I gritted, arms hooked beneath Katya's armpits, wrestling her flailing body against the couch.Kayla was struggling on the other side, both hands locked around Katya's good arm while trying not to get elbowed in the face. "She's gonna take my eye out, I swear to God...""Get off me, you vultures!" Katya screamed, bucking her hips as if possessed. "Let me die in peace!""Die later, bitch...after the bullet comes out." Kayla snapped, biting down on a yelp when Katya's boot clipped her shin.I tried not to laugh at the scene.Vargo knelt over her shoulder, brow furrowed and hands stained with blood. The bullet wound was angry and deep, still oozing despite the pressure bandage he'd removed a few minutes ago."We're almost there," he muttered, holding the forceps steady. "It's lodged under the muscle. Stay still or more damages will be done.""I'l

Dante~"Let me guess..." Vargo whispered, sneaking up behind me like the little pest he was born to be.I swear I should have left him behind.I turned slightly, already irritated, only to catch the amused grin stretched across his face."You both didn't make out last night."I rolled my eyes as he chuckled at his own stupid joke."Shut up, Vargo."He was clearly referring to Isla, who had been shooting me occasional dirty glances ever since we boarded the private flight. The kind of glances that said she wanted to punch me in the throat. I wasn't sure if I wanted to laugh or be concerned.Today, we were heading back to Vegas.She hadn't said a single word to me since we got on board. Instead, she had sat herself between Kayla and Katya and had been giggling and chatting with them like we didn't just have a fight last night.And like I didn't catch her sitting outside with El Diablo after she stormed off.That last bit stayed with me more than I wanted to admit. What the hell had they

Dante~Mayor Alaric.I watched him from the tinted window of my car, as he paced restlessly.He was no doubt waiting for my arrival, afraid for the life of his only son.Good.That's what greed gets you.He should have looked away. He shouldn't have attempted to take what belongs to me."Boss!" Miguel, my driver called out to me."Shall I go over there and invite him in?" "There'll be no need for that." I said to him, letting out a small sigh."I'll step out to meet him myself."I had to. I wanted to understand what gave him so much guts to mess with me.Miguel took the hint, hurriedly stepping out and rushing to open the door for me.This seemed to attract Alaric's attention and his wide eyes landed on me as soon as I stepped out of the car.The fear that earlier reflected on his face was now transformed into anger as he marched towards me with heavy, uncoordinated strides.I watched him, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips."You bastard!" He seethedAnd in an instant, his fis

Dante~Dante~"What the hell, Dante!" Isla shrieked, backing away like I was holding a damn detonator instead of trying to explain myself."This is wrong." She whispered, shaking her head as her eyes darted back to the steel door I had blocked her from entering."So wrong."I frowned, arms crossed, watching her pace in front of me. I had known she wouldn't exactly be impressed by the weapons room or the mountain of gold, but I didn't think she'd react like this. Like I was a monster.She wasn't even listening."Isla...""No!" she snapped, holding up a hand. "You literally have a genocidal weapon sitting in your basement, Dante! Do you even hear yourself right now?"My jaw tightened. She made it sound like I was some kind of terrorist.I sighed, exasperated, stepping closer. "What would you rather have me do? Huh? Let it fall into the hands of El Cajón? You think I wanted this?""My father gave it to me and you know that."Her eyes narrowed.I shook my head. "I didn't ask for it, Isla.

Isla ~I came rushing the moment I heard, nearly tripping over my own feet in the hallway. The ache in my chest had been relentless since Kayla disappeared, and now that she had been found, I couldn't get to her fast enough.Dante was right behind me, as always. Silent, steady. A presence I had come to expect whether I wanted it or not.But when I reached the door to her room, the look on Katya's face had me slowing down.She stood just to the side, arms folded tightly, eyes shadowed with worry. Her lips were pressed into a grim line, and that was all I needed to know. All wasn't right.Still, I pressed forward, heart thundering as I stepped into the doorway.And there she was.Kayla.She stood by the window with her back to me, long black hair falling freely to her waist. Her bare feet were smudged with dirt, and her pink nightgown; her favorite was stained, crumpled like she'd been crawling through the woods or something.She looked… haunted. Still. Almost as if someone had hit paus