Semua Bab TANGLED LOYALTIES:BOUND BY VENGEANCE: Bab 21 - Bab 30

ANTONIO'S POV.Whatever was going on between them sparked more intensity; I just stood there watching as they left. It made me filled with unease; I wanted something better. Darker.I couldn't spiral out of control, not now...not yet. I reminded myself Lucas saved my damned life. When Isabella's father had sent men to me, his men were around… and somehow in that unfortunate moment, Luca himself had saved me.Pierced their fucking brains, one after the other with a bullet, and then he spoke to me, telling me I could go.We were young back then, sixteen? Seventeen? I couldn't quite put a finger on it. Yet amidst all that, I knew how hard things could have been without him.Only when I didn't leave, I saw a broken boy, a boy without a soul…He was lost and needed all the companions he could get.I had watched as he killed those men, not a single fear. Hesitation or remorse on his face and then I pledge my loyalty to him, there and then.It screwed me over mentally finding out more about h

LUCAS POV.A perfect coincidence. Wasn't it?The wanker who had challenged my authority as don twelve years ago when I had first become one happened to stand by my wife, kissing her on the head.Didn't he learn? I believed I had put him in his place twelve years ago, but I guessed he just couldn't pass off a chance to irritate me, only that it did more than irritate me; it made me want to bash his skull constantly with a hammer until there was nothing left but scrambles of brains and then broken skulls and oozing blood.I once enjoyed it, and now doing it twice didn't sound so bad.My eyes darted to Isabella's, who averted her gaze from mine almost immediately; she was scared...she knew she pissed me off. Crossed the fucking line this time... good.“Having fun?” I asked, corking up my eyebrow in his direction; he groaned with an eyeroll, pulling away from Isabella slowly, but still not enough space to my satisfaction.“I see you take my wife's silliness for interest. She's trying to r

ISABELLA'S POV.Antonio was in fucking danger; it was because of me.I was a fool. What was I expecting? He was Luca Ricci, mafia don of all the underworld. How was I inane enough to think I could keep my affair with Antonino a secret from him, basically fucking right under his nose?I didn't hesitate or think twice; I knew that look in a man's eyes; it was envy, rage, and possessiveness, and Lucas eyes it was worse.I didn't have the time to question his reasons; I didn't have a reason to. I was his wife, willing or not, and I knew what it meant sleeping with the wife of a mafia mob.In fact, I was certain now that indeed Antonino and Luca had shared a bond than I beleived, if not, he would be fucking six feets beneath the earth by now.“Antonio, where is he?” I asked the guard holding a cigarette to his lips; he was quick to stomp on it. Flicking it off, fear weary in his eyes. “He is… right by the third room on the right,” the guard responded. He looked huge. Bulky just like thu

LUCA'S POV.Oh, I loved the look of misery and discontempt on Isabella's face.I enjoyed every passing second of the flight back to the hangar and the drive heading towards my workout studio; I enjoyed how she squirmed and shifted in unease, how each pain-filled, erratic breath of hers made her think it could be her last. I relished the discomfort she was in and how she stole occasional gazes at me, fire blazing in her eyes, yet she stilled, a lot hammered in her mind, but all for the sake of Antonio, she was mute, keeping her wild tongue on a leash; she knew how dangerous I could be, and she understood better than to second guess me.I wasn't sure if I ought to be proud to have instilled such lengths of fear in her. Not if I ought to ponder about why She was scared of me being Antonio but it did pull at a little string of my heart.I had lost control twice the previous day; there was no room for mistakes anymore... I couldn't afford a slip-up, so if I needed to deal with things lik

.ISABELLA'S POV.He tested Antonio, and now he'd test me too?.Well, bad for him, I wasn't Antonio; I hated him, and I'd give no damn if he died right now; the bastard was a fool for thinking I cared about being a monster less than him… I was worse. He knew that, didn't he?.He knew I was as cold and vile as my father, I was worse than a venomous serpent, I may be married to him, but I was a moretti by blood. I thrived on deception and manipulation.“I'm nothing like you,” I spat furiously, my grip firmer on the knife, his warm palm holding onto it as he pressed the tip harder into his flesh.Warm blood oozed from his temples, and I could see the broken shrads of glass embedded in his skin, and something about it made my heart topple over and over in a constant state of happiness.“You are everything like me, Isabella, just born in the wrong family, but what can we do? We are who we are.” He mumbled, his warm breath fanned across my skin as he spoke, sending tingles down my spine.Hi