All Chapters of Kiss Me, Bravta King: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

DesmierTwo days later, after I'd thought I'd reached an important step of explaining to Isabella that she was holding me hostage by capturing my heart, I sighed heavily and slumped in the chair at the table at the family's mansion.She'd gotten so damn mad, and it had taken me a full night of restless sleep to think back and understand why.Isabella was always on my mind, deep in my heart, and it had hurt when she'd blown up at me after I'd fucked her on that table. I'd taken her the way I had to show her with my desire how badly I coveted her, and she'd taken it the wrong way in the end.After we came, and when I'd asked her again if Dom had ever been in that studio, I'd inquired because I was jealous. I wanted to think that I was the only man to really ever see Isabella, to be invited into her special place and share intimacy there.Knowing she wanted me in that place felt like a reward, and I wanted to get used to the idea of being the only man to ever go there.But I saw how she

DesmierWe arrived at the club the Antonov Bratva used to own. Not much had changed. The building was obviously the same. While the new owners had changed some décor, the premise was the same.Anatoli suggested going undercover, and that was a valid idea, but I hadn't needed to try to do that tonight. I recognized no one here. The crowd of guests seemed new, and I felt the chances were slim that I would be recognized.Isabella stuck with me, clinging to me. Her eyes were wide open as she took in the people dressed in few garments, or nothing at all."So, this wasn't exactly what I was thinking of when you said you wanted to take me out..."I grinned at her, scoping out the people milling around near the bar. "Sorry."She smirked up at me. "Is this for pleasure? Or business? Or...?""My vanilla good girl," I teased.She sighed against me as I hugged her, looking over her head and staying alert."Would you be okay if I said I'd brought you here for pleasure only?"She licked her lips, w

IsabellaOn the ride, I bucked and fought, resisting the zip ties on my wrists in front of me. No matter how much I tugged awkwardly at the tape over my mouth and sticking far back into my hair, I couldn't rip it off.I wasn't back there for long, stunned and shocked with fear and anger. I didn't have ample time to plan or pay attention to many details, determined to yank this tape off, then bite at the zip ties. Anything. Something. I'd give it my all to escape and retaliate because I had too much to fight for now.Desmier. Emily. Hell, even Margie. Whatever these Rossinis wanted, they wouldn't win. If they were working with Salvatore, I'd kill him myself. For once in my life, I had a bright, grand future to look forward to. And I'd do anything to get back to my man and know it would still happen.The men weren't gentle removing me from the car, and their hands locked down on my upper arms to the point of bruising pain as they led me into a building. They'd parked in an underground p

BellaDominic's men stopped behind a familiar building. Back here, it looked like any other building along this alleyway. The front, though, had large windows for passersby to peer through and get peeks of a variety of artwork.It felt like a lifetime had passed since I was last here. The art gallery where Morgan was the star. Where all I was allotted was a tiny thumbnail image on the pamphlet and a one-liner about me.The art gallery where Salvatore called and asked me to retrieve an envelope for him and I'd refused. When I had those fanciful dreams of a man loving me and protecting me.I'd found one, despite the hell I'd endured from the rapist forcing me to enter the back door.Desmier. I missed him and wished he could be here to kill Dominic like he'd promised he would.I stumbled on a step, breathless and so confused as Dominic growled and pushed me into the empty gallery. Lights remained off, and one of these thugs must have canceled the alarm.In the middle of the floor space,

BellaAs I walked through the vacation villa the day after Dom and Vasiliev tried to end each other over the long-term plan I'd overheard them dissolving so long ago, I realized how much of that night ended up being a blur.I supposed it was my mind's way of protecting me, shading all the details into a hazy recollection so I wouldn't dwell in the trauma of all that passed.I wasn't in denial. Dom was dead. So was Vasiliev. And I didn't mourn either of them. Not one bit.Everything in the present seemed so surreal, though, and I wondered when I would feel confident in what to do next.Desmier had told me that he wanted me in his life, but now that it seemed like the rest of my life was actually going to start, he was making himself scarce again. I got it. I knew he was busy with his brothers, tending to the aftermath of all that violence. Mafia men, as I'd come to learn, were busy individuals.Yet, I felt lost.I was no longer here as a hostage. Salvatore was dead and would never need