Lahat ng Kabanata ng Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

I could sense the rage building inside of me like a furious storm. What the hell was that?They no longer have the fear that I, Don Julio, don't tolerate rubbish.I was so furious that I could hardly contain it and after the long drive and the flickering city lights, we finally arrived there. The place I built from the ground up my club La Loba had been attacked. And not just any assault either. It had a personal touch. I entered the club and set my eyes on the chaos that followed the Blood Vulture's actions. The air was heavy with the smell of blood, broken glass and broken furniture. Even though my men were already cleaning up, it made no difference. The damage was already done. I needed clarification and I needed it quickly. I gritted my teeth and faced a trusted guard one of my men. “Assign someone to keep an eye on Sarian.” I yelled barely controlling my rage “I don't want her out of my sight.”She was the reason I was here in the first place and I could hear her voice behi

SARIAN I'd witnessed Don Julio's anger before. He demanded respect from everyone around him and I had witnessed the fire in his eyes when things didn't go his way. However this was different. For the first time I witnessed him genuinely losing control, whatever had happened tonight was something he didn't expect and thought that I was the cause.The only thing I could make out despite the rapid exchange of Italian were the words in English: “The Blood Vultures.”The club remained disorganized. None of the women who worked there dared to leave Don Julio's side despite their disorganized and unsure appearance. They looked like they might be swept by a tornado if they did.He had a captivating presence but today it was also frightening. Standing in front of Don Julio, the club's manager—a man who was always cool under pressure—explained the circumstances. He was the real manager and maybe the other was his assistant.Based on his facial expressions, it appeared that the Blood Vultures

DON JULIO For someone trying to be brave, I couldn't handle her wild eyes. Sarian was sitting across from me, her hands folded tightly in her lap and her knees clenched. She had her fathers careless mouth and his stubbornness .I steadily lit a cigar while keeping my gaze fixed on her. I wanted a lot of things , a lot of information at my fingertips and she was going to give them to me.I gave the glass of vodka to Allegra who took a swing. She laughed when she saw the look on my face and then leaned in to kiss me as I handed the glass to be refilled.I saw the look of disgust abd something like anger… maybe jealous on Sarian’s eyes and almost laughed.Matteo was interrogating her and I was finding it interesting. I was sure she didn't know it was because of her that The Blood Vultures had attacked.Her fire appealed to me though. It brought back memories of my younger self before the blood and before the power. I looked at Allegra who was slowly grinding in my lap, her curves sh

DON JULIO I sighed as if the world was pressing down on my chest, I reclined in my leather chair and ran my hands through my hair.The amber liquid swirled in a slow circle as my fingers aimlessly traced the rim of my glass. Something deeper, something hidden was hiding beneath the layers of ice and indifference was weighing me down instead of the alcohol. Sarian. Her name rang in my head like a dagger, piercing the haze of my mind, her face, her eyes, even with the way she shook.Very similar to Sophia's. To get the memory to back off was impossible, I clenched my jaw but it did nothing to push the memories back.I hated it. The way she looked at me as if I was more than the monster I was, I hated and loved her stubbornness.I took a swing and massaged the back of my neck as the memories came flooding back.The same face Sarian had was exactly the same with Sophia.A doppelganger?My father never loved him, in fact I knew if he had found a genie, he would wish I was never born

SARIAN I stood there for a while but then, my legs felt like jelly, my heart had been broken into pieces and there was a deep wound that I knew would keep bleeding forever, one that would take forever to heal. Father and Marie were dead and I was left in this cruel world with no other person but Don Julio.I wondered what they might have done to him.Chased around like a mouse, beaten? Tortured? Shot to death?And I had the evidence in my shaking hands—grainy black-and-white pictures that had a dried blood and old smoke odor. Images that documented his last moments. His last anguish. I hated them. I hated the fact that I examined every one of them, that seeing them was something I couldn't erase from my memory and that they were etched there forever.I was having trouble breathing. I had trouble thinking. He was gone. My sister was too. I kept thinking if my life could have turned out differently if I was born to someone else, if father had become the artist he said he wanted to be