All Chapters of Behind Him: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Since they arrived at his father’s house, Louelita had been hugging Ezra. This house was in the middle of nowhere, and it was guarded by a large number of guards. Ezra decided to spend the entire night here because it was too arduous for his wife.After introducing Louelita to the old man, the old man and Louelita spoke with each other. Even though the old man looked stern, his heart was soft, especially to those like Louelita.“Cazzo! You shouldn't just shoot them in the back of the head. They nearly auctioned off my daughter-in-law! Tell me you didn’t just leave that building without destroying it?!” The old man was also very supportive of his son and was not impoverished.Louelita only listened and only answered when the old man spoke to her. She trusted only Ezra, so the man’s father understood why Louelita was like this.Ezra had also explained and told his father about the woman on the phone. Ezra’s father was also the one who enlightened the man about his feelings for Louelita.

The harassment from her parents has happened multiple times now. Again and again, they kept showing up, beseeching, pleading, and trying to manipulate her into giving in. Louelita was exhausted. She was so tired of facing them, tired of hearing their desperate excuses, especially now that they were practically on their knees, groveling to avoid prison. Ezra stood in front of her, as usual, his imposing figure shielding her from the two wretched people who had the audacity to call themselves her parents. His sharp, icy stare bore into them, utterly unimpressed by their theatrics. It was a Sunday morning, a time when most couples would be enjoying a peaceful moment together. But not them. Not when these people refused to let her be. “We don’t want anything to do with you two.” Ezra’s voice was calm, but the venom in his tone was unmistakable. “For people like you, jail is the best option. You only have yourselves to blame for selling and using drugs.” He rolled his eyes in disgust.

“Is that how you greet your mother after twenty-five long years?” The woman’s voice dripped with sarcasm, her lips curling into a taunting smile. The statement made Ezra’s jaw clench tightly, his grip on Louelita's hand growing rigid. His entire body radiated fury, muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike.Lolita could feel the tension crackling around them like a storm about to break. She knew that this woman—Ezra’s mother—was a threat to their plans. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to calm him down before things spiraled out of control. She squeezed his hand gently, silently pleading for him to maintain his composure.“If you already knew how I’d react to your presence, you wouldn’t have dared to come here.” Ezra’s voice was dangerously low, each word laced with venom.By now, the surrounding guests had begun to take notice of the tension building between them. The atmosphere in the grand ballroom had shifted, crackling with unease. Ezra’s men stood on high alert, the

“Fuck! Where the hell are these bastards coming from?” Omar hissed under his breath, frustration and urgency lacing his voice. Every word those fuckers had spat at their Queen Lou echoed in his ears. They had heard everything.They were just waiting for the right moment to strike.The rooftop had two entry points—one through the elevator and the other via the stairwell.“Let’s take them down!” Inizio whispered fiercely, gripping his gun tightly.Omar shook his head, his face a mask of disbelief. “We can’t just barge in! We’ll put Louelita in even more danger!” he ground out, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached.“Then let’s do what the boss suggested—distract them,” Inizio countered, his mind already running through possible tactics.Omar’s thoughts were racing. Their priority was Louelita’s safety. They couldn’t afford to let those bastards harm her any further. If anything happened to her, Ezra wouldn’t just kill them—no, he would make them suffer. His fury would be absolute, and th

"Oh, God, Vita Mia! I'm so sorry... I'm so, so sorry..." Ezra whispered the words over and over, his voice raw with guilt and sorrow, as he cradled Louelita's frail hand in his own. His fingers trembled against her soft skin, his grip firm yet careful, as though he feared she might slip away if he let go for even a second.Louelita had finally woken up, but the sight of her pale face, her tired eyes-still swollen from crying-only deepened the pain of carving through Ezra's chest. His powerful hands, hands that had brought ruin to enemies, now felt utterly powerless.He had failed her.And because of that, they had lost their child."It's not your fault, Ezra." Louelita's voice was barely above a whisper, hoarse from the hours of tears they had shed together. "I told you already-it's not your fault..."But Ezra couldn't accept that."No, Vita Mia. It is my fault. All of this is my fault." His voice was thick, dark with self-loathing. "I failed to protect you. And because of that..." He