Todos los capítulos de TANGLED LOYALTIES:BOUND BY VENGEANCE: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

LUCA'S POV“She still won't eat a thing,” Antonio complained, slamming down the plate of food in his hand onto the tray. I only nodded in response. I'd barely spoken ever since the doctor had dealt us the news. Diego had stormed off. Not a word or a call from him ever since. I knew what it meant — we couldn’t force him to weigh in on this burden. It was my fault. Alessia had done all this, started the entire thing because of me. I knew letting her live was a mistake. I'd hated what she'd done to Ciro and I, yet I couldn't bring myself to murder her in the end — which was why I'd chosen the asylum. Only that was the greatest mistake of my life. It had cost Isabella everything. Wasn't I the one who'd taught her about not a single mercy being shown in the Bratva? “Goddamnit man, stop fucking sulking, get over it once and for all,” Macini snapped. He'd watched my brooding ass all day and probably had reached the end of his rope. “And say what, Macini? I'm sorry? We can go back to

ISABELLA'S POVI'd known right from my first day of sneaking around with Antonio in high school that I had a thing for being manhandled.Oh please, you could keep that speech of being an independent woman, strong and sharp. I was a killer. I'd snap a man's bone in two if I wanted to. I'd crush a windpipe with the pointy ends of my red bottoms if I wanted to, but there was something else to it.Times I wanted to be on my bloody knees, literally bloodied, restless, hopeless, and at a man's mercy. Only now I had two of them. Judging by the grins on their lips, I knew it wasn’t going to be all fun and games.“I know you weren’t scared of a little cut, Isabella,” Luca’s gravelly voice called out. My hands were bound behind my back, my knees buried on the tiles, the petals of roses all across the floor. I watched as Luca fiddled the same dagger buried in my clawclip around in his fingers before leaning closer to me.“Can you handle it?” Luca asked, gaze still locked on me, the question dir

ISABELLA'S POVA light yawn eased through my lips as I turned in bed, my eyes peeling open slowly to catch the sight of an empty bedroom. My heart sank immediately, a sinking feeling in my gut as I yanked the covers away from my body and stormed to my feet.“Luca?” I called out. Each step I took faltered. I didn’t recall how things ended last night—there’d been so much blood. And saliva... and cum. Drenched all over all three of us. But seeing how I’d woken up in a clean bed meant they’d washed me and taken care of everything. Except… where were they?“Diego?” I called out even more gently, my voice wavering as I spoke. I stopped to a halt seeing one of the maids holding a vase in her hands.“Good morning, ma’am,” the maid greeted with a smile, a spark of envy in her eyes.“My husbands… where are they?” I asked. She stopped to look skeptical for a bit.“Diego and Luca, goddamn it. Where are they?” I retorted again in a shaky voice, cold chills sweeping deep into my bones as I spoke.“

NICO'S POV.My palms were sweaty and beads of sweat rolled off my temples. I'd been the impulsive one, quick to answer, quick to make rash decisions ever since I was young amongst my brothers, but this once, I felt true fear.Being irrational came with its few perks, baring a name like Vladimir gave me every form of morale I needed to do what I wanted. I'd cared less about my father's approval on major things. And my brothers? Oh, they were all fucked in the head. The cute glasses, calm demeanor, or silence shouldn’t fool anyone. Our sister had gotten off the hook—she was the most normal amongst us and to be honest, seeing how she ended up with Isabella’s brother was the best... She was married away from the Bratva, had her own enterprise and a child on the way. What more could I bloody want?Except now, I'd gotten a text from him—Antonio.How I’d converted to having an attraction for a man was something I didn’t know and would rather not dwell on for long. Except that day. I'd seen t

.ANTONIO'S POV“What’s wrong with you?” I screamed at the top of my very lungs, my insides seemed battered, anger flamed in me in waves. What was he doing, was he bloody thinking at all, I was scared as fuck. But now it didn’t quite seem like a joke anymore—he meant it, whatever nonsense it was he was aiming at.“Do not raise your voice at me baby, I don’t like it when we fight, especially not because of this… dimwit.” He spoke, raising the gun in Nico’s direction, I moved even before I could think about it, standing before the man.Nico had his arms clinging to his side, his head bent, he was still bleeding. I could only wonder how exactly he was in fact still standing and alive.“If you so much as pull that trigger once again, I’ll fucking murder myself. I won’t live with the death of an innocent man on my neck,” I spoke harshly. I’d seen him flinch at my declaration before he’d dropped his hand to the side.“Death of an innocent man?” Maccini asked before strolling over to the cha