Semua Bab Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation : Bab 31 - Bab 40

SARIAN I had no idea when I'd fallen asleep. I had wanted to read a book, do something rather than let the anger I was feeling consume me. But then I didn't know why I was even angry in the first place. I was sitting on the edge of that miserable motel bed, one minute looking at the discolored ceiling and wondering how I had gotten into this mafia nightmare. How I hated my life right now and what my life could have turned out if just one act hadn't been put into consideration.The following morning I woke up to the sun still hiding behind the clouds, making everywhere look gloomy like it was about to rain and to a sound that I was unable to identify at the time—sharp, far away and strange. Not a warning. No thunder. It wasn't the sound of rainfall.No. A pop. Next came another. Then threw more. Then there was a shout. After that the glass broke. My eyes remained heavy as I blinked rapidly, my heart unable to keep up with the confusion. I briefly thought I was having a dream, that t

DON JULIO Blood. It was found all over. Warm, gooey and leaving a deep red stain on my shirt. Mine. . . Sarian’s. No sound, no flinch, no blinking and for a moment I thought she was gone…..just like Sophia. Her body was limp in my arms as the elevator plunged into the concrete core of my underground basement, her face angled toward my chest. I had previously vowed that the same world would never touch her. From the first day I had met her abd noticed the striking resemblance, I told myself that I had to protect her too, even though she was Federico's daughter bit now it seemed like I had failed again. There was a hiss as the metal doors opened. As my men waited, their faces pale and their shoulders tense, the lights in the hallway flickered momentarily. “The room is ready boss.” One of them said. I didn't answer. I just simply nodded and continued walking. In the back of my mind every ticking second felt like a ticking time bomb. What if she passed away?No. I can't let

SARIAN I ate just a little and tried to force myself back to sleep but it was useless.The silence was overwhelming but now I felt something tight and sharp like blood in my veins. Pain coiled beneath my ribs as I sat up straight in the enormous bed but I chose to ignore it. As soon as I heard the soft sound of heels coming down the hall everything in me tensed and I wondered what was going on. The door opened with a creak. And then she entered. Allegra. She was still alive?She even looked almost flawless. A silk robe smooth and cream in color clings to her body like it would on the cover of a magazine. Her lip was delicately split and her hair was a little disheveled. Her cheekbone had one bruise which was light enough to appear unintentional but dark enough to be noticeable. When she saw me she stopped in her tracks like she had seen my ghost. She opened her eyes wide and either real or practiced tears sparkled in them. “Oh, thank God,” she exhaled as she rushed ahead. “You

DON JULIO I had told Sarian that I was going shopping for her and she had stupidly believed. She was so naive and seemed to believe what I told her.Despite being weak and exhausted she smiled while lying in her hospital bed broken and bandaged but still gorgeous. Allegra sat next to her acting as though she had been shot instead.She had been shedding crocodile tears and it was the least of my concern. Allegra had tried to hug me but I had declined, telling her that I was in a hurry. I knew what would follow next, she might start shedding those stupid tears again.One of my men opened the car's door as I stepped out, the cool wind slapping my face and the night had no moon. I love nights like this. I stepped into the car as it shut quietly. Allegra wanted me to stay back though she didn't know where I was going and she had sent me a message which I didn't even read.. This evening, I was serving as both the judge and the exec

DON JULIO The car drove speedily until we got to the hideout. I was quite sure that journalists could have flocked to the burning clubhouse.The silence in the hiding place was piercing as if nobody lived there. We were just back from the clubhouse and I needed to sort some very important things out. I was supposed to feel victorious but anger surged through me and I kept clenching and unclenching my fist as I walked into the hideout. I knew already but I kept it to myself. I knew that someone had told The Blood Vultures about our plans, and knew it even before we got to the club. The Blood Vultures were prepared but my men moved quickly and cleanly, they were too prepared. How could a rat have given them that information and I also hated rats and the worst part was that it was one of the family. I caught a glimpse of him. Pablo. Younger than most and more muscular. I had taken him in when he lost his family and when the flames i