All Chapters of TANGLED LOYALTIES:BOUND BY VENGEANCE: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CIRO'S POV.News flash, Luca might be a forgiving type, especially to everyone he'd considered family. But I, on the other hand, was petty, nasty, and picky as fuck, and I wouldn’t bat an eye twice even if it was my own mother."You lied to us," I retorted angrily, studying her in the seat, wondering what she could probably have to say. If left to my terms, I’d have had her kicked off the property. She showed no remorse, no empathy—huffing and puffing out smoke from that damned tobacco like a fucking exhaust.She looked nothing like the dear, angelic woman in the picture I’d worshiped, cried to, and curled up in bed with growing up. She looked nothing like a mother."I have no interest in knowing what you want or where you’ve been, and if you coming here is one of your last dying wishes—looking for children to paint reverence on or give you flowers—then you are doing it wrong, especially when you should be playing the part of being dead already," Luca snapped.He locked his gaze with m

LUCA’S POV.“Get up, Luca. We have a very serious situation at hand,” Antonio’s familiar voice called out to me as I stirred awake from bed. My eyes parted slowly to meet Antonio’s anxious gaze. Immediately, I dropped my eyes toward the couch and became very pleased to see Isabella was nowhere around me. Smacking my lips together, I swallowed and sat up in touch.“Isabella?”“I guess she woke earlier, saw her heading for Quincy’s room when I came up here,” Antonio explained. I nodded once again, filled with relief.“Do I even want to know what happened here last night?” Antonio asked, and I dropped my gaze away from his due to guilt. There was no way in hell I’d tell him I’d fucked my wife and begged her to call my brother’s name. So instead, I diverged.“What’s going on?” I asked, and immediately the same crease in his eyebrows had formed.“There’s been a hit…but this time it isn’t thieves. It’s not a joke either. The feds—they’ve been snooping around, and for some reason, I believe

LUCAS'S POV.My eyes glanced down to Isabella and Matteo, fright written across their faces as continuous gunshots were fired.“Stay in here! Both of you!” I ordered firmly, storming out the door with Antonio hot on my heels, dashing toward the main entrance. I reached for a gun handed to me by my best friend, only to stop in horror.Every nerve in me set ablaze watching Ciro hold out a gun to a man's head. A gun pressed against his own head.“Ha… here he is,” the man spoke idly, his hands resting easily against the trigger as Nico's gaze followed mine. I glanced around, thankful there were no bodies, damaged properties. Yes, sure, nothing cost a human life.“Let him go and we’ll talk,” I ordered sternly, my eyes lingering on that of the man, who cocked his head slowly toward the left as if waiting for some sort of order.“Let him go, Nico, we both know how whiny Sofia can get over bloodshed,” an older man had spoken, walking toward us, lighting the end of his tobacco stick as the gun

ISABELLA'S POV“Sofia!” Matteo screamed, cutting through the doors as soon as we walked out through the elevators. His arms wrapped around the youngest and most prized possession of the Vladimirs.I'm sorry.I shouldn't see her as an object. She’s human, a woman—but maybe the tiniest, darkest part of me refused to acknowledge her on purpose. She lied to my brother, tricked him, and right after he fell in love, she’s bringing up some sick stunt.She knew he was a Ricci, so why lead him on if she felt otherwise? And the moment things get intense, she suddenly didn’t want her family to find out? Too late for that now, I'd say.“Isabella?!” she called, tilting her head in my direction. I fought to keep an eye roll while I flashed her a practiced smile and a nod before pulling away from her, afraid she might try to shake my hand or hug me.“I think it’s best we leave the couple alone,” Diego called out from behind. I'd almost forgotten he was there—instead, my eyes had dropped to Matteo’s,

ISABELLA'S POV.One thing was clear to me—whatever love I had for Luca, it needed to get drowned, locked away, and tossed into the ocean. Whatever growing feelings I had developed for Ciro, it needed to be forgotten.I'd be gone—or maybe not.But I knew the chances were slim. People fought it, some made it back, some died—and guessing my luck in life, the latter would come after. Which was why I needed to set certain things in motion.Time had come to plan an end for me. The unknown was far worse, but Matteo meant the world to me. And when I'm gone, long forgotten, would he be safe with the Riccis? Would Luca still treat him like a brother? Like a son?Would Ciro watch out for me?Those were the thoughts I had harbored the entire night. I'd woken twice to nightmares, yet I knew what the answer was. Things wouldn’t be the same when I was gone, which was why Diego was the safest option.Sofia would birth a child, but she’d always carry the Vladimirs’ name. And Matteo might be a Ricci un