All Chapters of TAMING HIS LITTLE DOVE: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Camilla's chest shuddered with each ragged breath, pain radiated through her body. Blood still trailed down her legs, soaking the once white gown. Her newborn cooed softly, swaddled tightly in a thin blanket. “You need to leave now, before he gets back,” Imelda said, her trembling despite her attempts to remain calm. She moved quickly, gathering loose blankets to further wrap the baby in. “If he knows you helped me….” Camilla whispered, the words trembling on her lips. “He'll kill you.” Imelda shook her head, letting out a sharp sigh “well, I guess my time is up then,” she said, dragging a small bag close. “ Besides…it's better than working for his self absorbed self anyway.” She dropped to her knees beside Camilla, and shoved the supplies into the bag. “Here..” she said, holding a small bottle of ibuprofen up. “Take these. The pain will be…. manageable. I wish I could come with you, but I can't. You're on your own now. And this little one….” Her gaze softened at the baby's coo

“I want every single man in this building upstairs, now!” Domenico's voice cut through the heavy silence. His jaws clenched so hard muscles worked beneath his skin as he turned to the man that came to report.“Si, Ma-master,” the man stuttered, trembling before bowing hastily and rushing off. Lucian stood at the threshold of the room. One of his feet crossed the line, then he paused almost too quickly. His gaze still held Laura's body, then the other leg followed. The smell hit him first, the blood was still warm. He crouched slowly, his spine stiff, his hand reached out to her face but he stopped and withdrew as if he was irritated at the thought of it. “This is messy work.” He said quietly.A frown settled on Domenico's face, “How do you mean?”Lucian straightened, his gaze briefly catching Aria's teary ones where she stood a few inches away from Domenico. His gaze flickered back to his brother.“The cut,” he continued. “It isn't clean.”Domenico scoffed lightly. “You're saying h

Aria’s head rested against the window, her breath fogging the glass in slow bursts while her thoughts raced faster than the Porsche. What was she even supposed to say to Camilla? Congratulations on the baby sounded nice, but is it? The child which she had for the criminal she turned against her for? Maybe she could start the conversation another way, or say nothing at all. She lifted her head slowly and turned to Lucian. He hadn’t said a word since the drive began. One hand rested on his thigh. His jaw was locked so tight she could almost hear it grinding. Her throat clenched. Mostly, at the idea of asking what he'd do to Camilla. She couldn't even appeal on her behalf at the moment, he already doesn't trust her. But his silence was killing her. “Why didn’t you tell Domenico about Camilla and her baby?” she asked. Lucian exhaled sharply through his nose. His index finger rubbed along his jaw once before his eyes slid to her. “Do you want her dead before you even get the cha

Gianni stood by the window of his living room, his eyes glued to the iron gates outside.The sound of the grandfather clock ticked louder with every second as though it were counting down something inevitable. Each beat drove deeper into his skull, matching the sick, crushing weight lodged in his chest.He should have thought of the consequences before accepting Rafael’s proposal. Maybe he should have been a better father. He should have hidden Laura better. Farther. Somewhere even the devils couldn’t reach her.“Master… er....”The voice cut through the silence like a sharp knife. One of his men shifted uncomfortably behind him, clearly unsure whether to continue. The others stood scattered across the room, stiff and uneasy, their usual tough self was stripped away due to the tension.“We have some of the men out there searching for her already,” the man continued, clueless. “The ports, the side streets, the....”“Hmn.”Gianni let out a low grunt, slow and hollow. He twirled the t

Lucian paced across the cobblestones slowly. His emotions were too suppressed, enough that no one would ever truly know what went through his head. Every step he took with his shoes, a dull sound echoed against the ground, almost like he was pulling the air tighter around him. With just a few steps away from him, Aria stood stiffly. Her arms folded over her chest as if she could keep herself from shaking just by holding her body together. Her eyes wouldn’t stop drifting back to Camilla, like if she stopped she could disappear. Camilla sat near one of the thick pillars that supported the convent's outer archway, her back pressed into the stone as though it steadied her. Her fingers moved slowly, brushing the baby’s cheek, cradling it almost obsessively, like she needed to be reminded every second that she was still there. Every few seconds, she lifted her gaze, stealing awkward glances towards Aria, then Lucian, and tearing her gaze away again. Sister Paula walked carefully