Todos os capítulos de TANGLED LOYALTIES:BOUND BY VENGEANCE: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

DIEGO'S POV.“That will be all for today,” I spoke, rising to my feet, adjusting the cufflinks on the arms of my shirt. I'd seen the awkward gazes my brothers passed at me.Being the first son, I headed the meetings, scarcely but on important days alone, but today was different. They all knew it, but none of them had bothered to speak, rather than pass lingeeing gazes at me, irritating me to the core.“You seem to be in haste. Anywhere important you'd like to tell us about?” Dante asked, smiling up at me. Dante, as the second son, was five years younger than I was. Somehow, our parents had been smart to keep a four-year gap between everyone except Dante and me. He was thirty-eight, and then it came down to our third brother, Enzo, and then finally Nico, right before our final sibling, Sofia. None of us had expected ours to get all horny, especially not by giving my sister and me an age gap of a solid twenty years.“None of your business, Dante, and you've been keeping quite the tabs o

ISABELLA'S POV.My fingers danced around the tip of the blade while I tested its sharpness, my mind in a limbo, and then I nicked myself on purpose, wanting to feel something—anything.The pain stung for a while, but that was it—nothing else. With a bored look, I tossed the knife into the sink before washing my hands clean, only to turn and see Diego’s startled frame leaning against the door."How long have you been there?" I asked, putting on a wide, pretentious smile he could see through. But that hadn’t stopped me from drawing closer to him."You cut yourself. Care to tell me how long that has been going on?" Diego asked crossly, his eyebrows knit together.I dragged out a long sigh, slouching my shoulders to stare at him dead in the eye. Diego barely stayed home. I didn’t care for it anyway. And maybe I did miss him as a human and whatever it was he represented, but I’d choose my own personal space over anything else."You haven’t been home in a while. You can’t blame me for my de

ISABELLA'S POV.I was fucked with a knife, and I loved it, enjoyed it. Fuck, I'd cum faster than my brain could register, my entire body convulsed as I responded to his command. I wasn’t scared, maybe I was a bit,But then I hadn't stopped him. I could… but I chose not to. Something about the thrill fucking excited me in more ways than one. I'd fallen asleep, not bothering, only to wake up wrapped beneath the blankets carefully.Diego was one hell of a nutjob. He threatened to harm me if I harmed myself… how the fuck does that make sense? But god, I loved it. I enjoyed how possessive and intentional he had been about it.“Diego?” I slurred out his name slowly. He sat across the chair now, both legs crossed, a glass of whiskey and ice twirling in his palm.“Ah, kotyonok,” he called slowly, his voice husky and hoarse. I pushed up from bed, only to be yanked backward, a burning pain around my neck.Just then had I realized I had a collar on my neck, attached to it was a rope, strung down

LUCAS' POVMy feet crossed against the table, my fingers clutched hard at the remote while my eyes remained pinned against the movie I had not a single interest in watching. Yet, I'd forced myself to do it, feeling Antonio’s gaze bore holes into my skull from behind for the past one hour, and I just couldn’t anymore."Care to give me some space? You know? You've got other rooms in this goddamn house, way too enormous," I complained, rolling my eyes as I glared at Antonio, whose lover had walked out right on cue to present his annoying face with kisses planted on Antonio’s lips.For someone who claimed to be shy, he sure had become a fucking dog on a leash for Mancini. They literally ate each other’s faces off every goddamn time. And the sex? Don't get me started. I thought dogs were the worst animals who fucked all the time. Antonio and Mancini? They fucked like it was air they needed to breathe."This is my home, you know. The rules you keep passing out each day are only tolerated be

ISABELLA'S POVOne minute we were home, the next minute there were gunshots, a secret tunnel, and finally, here we were, pulling over in the garage of an estate.“You okay, kotyonok?” Diego asked, his eyes darting around, looking almost like someone could jump us right here and now. My heart hammered in my chest, blood still pumping fast through my brain. All I'd given him was a curt nod in response.Footsteps hastened toward our direction. Raising my head, I glanced at three men who all looked strikingly similar to Diego.“My brothers, Dante, then Lorenzo, and then Nick. You've met him before, remember?” Diego asked, always acting as though I was faking a brain tumor even when it had been displayed on a monitor and my test results numerous times over the months.“No, Diego, I don't,” I snapped, irritated and tired. Today had been hectic, and while everyone was relaxed, I had no recollection of living a life similar to this, so maybe they'd cut me some slack and stop the baseless gawk