Todos los capítulos de No More Regrets BooK 1 of the Redemption Series: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Marco’s POVAfter getting kicked out of Gibson’s Steakhouse, I decided to at least do one thing right, so I went and picked up food for the kids. So by the time I got back, it was almost 10 PM, and to say my mom, Liza, was pissed would be an understatement."I already fed the kids, mijo, and put them to bed," she said, her arms crossed tight over her chest. The second I stepped through the door, she was on me. "Where the fuck have you been?"I stood there, silent.My mom shook her head in disappointment. "Marco, I don’t know what you’re doing, but you need to get your head together for those babies in there. You already lost their mom. If you keep going the way that you are, you’ll lose them too."She didn’t wait for a response. She just turned and walked away, leaving me standing in the middle of the living room like a fool.I let out a slow breath and grabbed my keys. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with her damn lectures. Instead, I left and drove straight to Sadé’s place.Maybe if I

Marco’s POV – A Day Out with the KidsThe house was already loud, the sound of little feet running across the hardwood floors, laughter echoing down the hall. Marco stood in the kitchen, sipping his coffee, watching the chaos unfold. Kamari was zipping back and forth between rooms, making sure she had everything she needed, while Marco Jr. sat on the couch, completely absorbed in his video game. The twins were giggling over something, probably some silly inside joke only they understood.His mother, Liza, stepped into the kitchen, eyeing him over her own mug. "So, what’s the plan for today? You taking them out?"Marco stretched his neck, rolling his shoulders. "Yeah. Gonna take them to the park for a bit, then probably run some errands. Might hit the mall, let them pick out some summer outfits."Lisa raised an eyebrow. "And then?"Marco sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Then bowling. Since they already went to the arcade with Madison’s kids the other day, I figured I’d switch it

Sade's POVWarmth. The first thing I registered was warmth. A steady, solid heat pressed against my back, arms like iron bands wrapped around me, holding me close. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest matched the deep, slow breaths ghosting against the back of my neck.Adamo.The memories of yesterday flooded in, from his touch, his mouth, the way he had completely unraveled me. My body ached in places I hadn’t felt in years, a delicious soreness that spoke to just how relentless he had been. There was no escaping it. Even now, as I lay in his arms, I could still feel the imprint of his possession on my skin.I bit my lip, attempting to shift without waking him. His arm tightened immediately, like his subconscious refused to let me go. A low groan rumbled from his throat, the sound sending a shiver through me. His lips brushed the back of my shoulder, a sleepy, instinctual movement.I hesitated. Just a second longer.Then reality kicked in.Slowly, I pried myself from his grip and

Adamo’s POVWatching the strongest woman I know break right in front of me does something to my soul. I can’t let Marco’s poison sink any deeper into her. I won’t.I take the phone from her trembling hands and place it face down on the table next to my MacBook. Then, without a word, I pull the covers back, wrap my arms around her, and pull her into my chest. We sink into the bed together, the warmth of our bodies tangling beneath the sheets.I kiss her face slowly. Starting with her forehead, then her cheeks, to the corner of her lips, soft, lingering kisses meant to heal. My hands move in slow, soothing circles along her back, grounding her, reminding her that she’s here, safe, with me."You know, Sade... I love you."The words spill out before I even realize, but there’s no regret, no hesitation. I mean every damn syllable."You are my world," I murmur against her skin. "I’ve never felt this way about any other woman in my life. And I don’t care how long it takes, I will be patient,

Adamo’s POVThe second the words left her lips, "I’m going home tonight." Something inside me twisted painfully.It didn’t make sense. I see this woman every damn day. I’ll see her tomorrow. So why does it feel like she’s walking away forever?Why does the thought of her sleeping alone in her home make my chest tight? Why do I feel like I need her here, with me, wrapped in my arms, where she belongs?I don’t just want her. I crave her.I want to smell her on my sheets. I want to wake up to her in the morning, to feel her body tangled with mine, warm and soft and completely mine. I want to taste her, take her whenever I want, however I want. I want to breathe her in, consume her, mark her, keep her.And that feeling is so fucking overwhelming.I’ve never been like this. Never felt this way about anyone. And I know, I know that I have to pull back, give her space, and give her time. I don’t want to smother her, don’t want to make her feel like she’s being caged in.But fuck.It doesn’t