Semua Bab TANGLED LOYALTIES:BOUND BY VENGEANCE: Bab 101 - Bab 110

DIEGO'S POV"Anyone out there!" I yelled as a maid scurried past the doors toward us, bowing her head in courtesy."Please escort Isabella to my old room," I ordered again, tossing her a reassuring smile. Something was wrong, and she knew it, but she hadn't asked any questions and just nodded."I'll be with you soon. I have some catching up to do, then I'll explain it all," I asserted, hoping to serve as some form of reassurance.She nodded again, walking past the doors. I'd waited until her footsteps receded before slamming my fists into the wall, a hiss easing across my lips."Fuck!" I yelled."We're all fucked, you know that, right?" Lorenzo asked, bouncing from one foot to another. Silence engulfed the moment between us, tension stilling."Fuck! Fuck! What are we to do?" Nico asked, slumping into the couch. Isabella's father was after the Volkovs, the Ricci too, but this man had been the one who was bold enough to attack the Bratva.For years, the game had been a little bit of on

DIEGO'S POVI should have known better than to covet what wasn’t mine. I’d lived by that rule for years and honored it, but I didn’t, and now I was knee-deep in a mess as Richard’s words replayed in a continuous loop in my mind. Alighting from the car, I was met with Dante’s hard stare, his back leaned against the frame of the main door as I approached. “I don’t want to hear it. My day has been worse. I’ll snap your neck, brother, if you fucking cause a hassle,” I warned through gritted teeth, making a mental reminder to move into another safe house of mine as fast as I could, as soon as a sweep check had been made on the estate. “This is insane,” he spat furiously, anger recoiling within him in waves. “She’s not yours to keep. Please, brother, think,” Dante urged me. I’d always been the sensible one, the alert brother. Not anymore. “I’ve had enough of these talks. Let me go. I won’t say a word because I do respect you, Dante, but don’t fucking push me,” I warned again in a

ISABELLA'S POVThree days already, and I could barely walk. It had taken two days before I could stand and a third day now before I could finally move.I'd grown irritable. The sex was good... way too good, to the point that it had me yearning for more. Pain inflicted during pleasure seemed to be a kink of mine, but dare I say it hasn't been the same with Diego. Something was different about him.He'd grown softer and, sure as hell, kept his distance. He'd been sleeping out, although I'd see him during the daytime, where he'd kiss me on the ears and nose but never the lips. He was always with his brothers, granting not a single moment of privacy for us.Which was why I felt fucking sick of it, and I had no intentions to sit back and take it. Running my tongue over the seam of my lips, I barged straight into the room I'd seen him disappear into every night."Missed me?" he asked with a smirk, tucking the button of his shirt in place. Seemed like he was heading out, but I'd play pretend

DIEGO'S POV"Shit," I cursed, the ice cream falling off my hands into the dirt while I tried to reach for my buzzing phone. I'd stood straight as soon as I saw the name which flashed across the screen."Hello, Father," I asked into the phone, trying to hide my displeasure at his meddling when all I wanted was a thirty-minute break."Your brothers weren't able to reach you," he spoke in the same detached, chilly tone he'd always used. He was right—I’d ignored all their calls, and I'd been about to ignore this, except the man didn’t like being ignored or delayed."Meet me home, and all you get is thirty minutes," he ordered into the phone. A chill swept down my spine. I knew immediately something was wrong."I… I can't. I have something to do," I responded, for the first time refusing to meet the words of my father."Don't care. Thirty minutes," he repeated, ending the call. I shoved my feet into the dirt aggressively before dialing through my numbers again."I need you here in ten minu

ISABELLA'S POVI'm struck by a splitting headache and heavy migraine as I part my eyes, glancing around the unfamiliar surroundings. Hoisting myself up, a loud wince drags off my lips. My gaze widens as I yank my arms, only to realize I've been bound to a wall. Both of my arms hang above my head, my feet shackled with chains of some sort."That sick fucker," I curse, recalling how he'd cut my breath short, suffocating me with a handkerchief. I shuddered, wondering how insane I really must have been to have gotten married to a bastard like him… He didn’t care. He’d gut me if given the chance."Isabella?"I raise my gaze in sync with the direction the voice comes from, but rather than the same hateful look on his face, Luca looks… calm. Different.His eyes widen again as our gazes lock, and I see the yearning in them—those love-filled eyes. They wouldn’t belong to Luca… This was someone different."You are not Luca," I sneered. Rather than feeling relieved that it wasn’t the maniac, I s