All Chapters of TANGLED LOYALTIES:BOUND BY VENGEANCE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ISABELLA'S POV.I counted down every single second to twenty minutes before reaching out my back window. Dressed in a fitted jumpsuit and nothing but bare legs, I clung hard to the rails on the balcony.Swiftly, thankful to all my training over the year, I climbed from one rail to another edge, clutching my hand to window frames.Occasionally my hands slipped, and I faced death head-on, but I didn't make a single squeak noise knowing if I was caught, I'd be locked up in a far more terrible situation.My heart raced as I climbed off to the very first floor landing on my feet, which seemed to have caught a blister. I bit on my lower lip, cursing in Spanish before steering directly toward the main gates.I had no idea what the guard had done, but it worked. There were merely a few guards left in place…just a few whom I had manoeuvred my way around.Soon I was out of the estate, running as fast as I could, scared that one fuckup and they could tell I was gone, but maybe they wouldn't; no

ISABELLA'S POV.A sharp wiring tone I had gotten used to echoed in my ears. I sucked in air sharply through my teeth as I raised my gaze in the direction of the door. It's been two days already; I could tell judging by the shifts they made.They had left my eyes and ears but binded every other inch of my body.“Hungry yet?’ The same guy who had served out my food came in again. A bowl in his hands, he tilted his head slowly, glancing down at Me with some sort of condescending gaze.The fucker could gloat all he wanted,The minute I let my hands free, that would be his bloody end. I had stormed into the hospital room hoping to meet Luca, but I was wrong. Perhaps Mancini had done this. But I had my doubts; why would he help me and just toss me over to the side?“You'll starve, I assure you, so quit acting tough and eat!” He snapped, dropping the bowl Away from me. I glared hard in his direction. Fighting every urge I had in me to headbutt him.“Where's the boss? The bastard who had aske

LUCA'S POV.My body moved on its own accord as I grabbed her head, slamming it against the couch next to her. Seething with rage. I was out for three days; she left me and returned to say bullshit like this?.“Where were you?” I asked, my mind racing at the thought that she refused to leave because of Antonio; after all, she stabbed me because of him.“Up and about,” she muttered, wincing from pain, but she hadn't fought back; she remained in the same position, my hands against her head.“You don't think I will Forgive you, did you?” I asked again; a nauseating feeling attacked my lungs as soon as she nodded.Why was she not saying anything? Those sharp words below her tongue where they were? Why wasn’t she causing a fuss on purpose?.“Fuck isa. Say something!” I snapped, letting go of her hair; she stood to get feet smiling in a manner that made my skin crawl. “Anything in particular you'd like to hear?” She asked, batting her eyelashes in my direction with a coy smile strapped to

ISABELLA'S POV.Fucking him wasnt on the list, neither was spewing that nonsense I had spoken as he fitted his cock into me.But it worked anyway; he was stone cold asleep. I gulped as I trailed my line of sight from his eyes down to his jaw, his pecs… well carved abs and torso, I lingered a bit around the V shape beneath his belly toward the hips, and there it was…his cock, naked for me to see and feel; even when soft, it wasn't in any way small.Shrugging and shaking my head, I pulled away from Bed, grabbed some wet wipes to wipe off every trail of cum on my body. I knew I needed a bath, but I had no time.“Luca?” I called toward him slowly, waiting for him to flinch or groan or wake, but nothing.I tapped him slowly again; nothing came, and a part of me felt twisted. He trusted me enough to sleep like this? Without any protection of any sort? There was a stitched wound on his chest to prove that I was the last person whom he should sleep lazily around, but once again, being an egoi

ISABELLA'S POV.I had seen gruesome scenes. I had seen men killed and men killing; hell, I'd seen death more than I had seen ribbons my entire life, but that… that was the most devilish and brutal death that had come apart.I wasn't certain if it was the blood-spattered over Lucas' body, the flesh that clung to his skin and clothes, or if it was the bashed-out and beaten remains of the body on the floor that joleted a nerve in me.I opened the door to the bathroom, dipped my head into the sink, and puked out my content. I gagged again, retching more.and more. Until my tummy hurt, and my lungs contracted.My head dropped as I turned on the faucet, washing my face thoroughly in whatever was left of the substance there.My belly churned as I hit my back against the wall trying to shove away the thoughts. The image. But worse still, I heard those words... about me. About my father. The accusations thrown my way.I gagged again, but this time I had nothing left in me to puke, but I felt