All Chapters of Taming The Beast: His Ruthless Desire: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Alex's Pov I tossed and turned all through the night, not being able to find sleep. There was too much going on in my head to fall asleep. Try as hard as I could, I couldn't stop the memories from pouring in. They came in waves. Not just about Matthew but everything else. Everything about my home. My family. There were memories of random days and things. Like James first Catapult, Dad sitting on the porch complaining about the heat, Mum laughing at some daytime show on the TV… There were the funny memories, like Sydney's irritated face at her dance recital right before she folded her hands and refused to participate any longer right there on stage in front of the whole school, James cracking a mean joke about chickens barely five minutes before being chased by one, Mum opening a bag of flour wrong and getting the white powder all over her face and hair…. But beneath all of those were the painful ones. The ones I was desperately trying not to think about. The ones with

Luca's Pov He hated me now. And hell I deserved it didn't I? The problem wasn't with admitting whether or not I deserved his hate. The problem was why the fuck did I care. I stood in the kitchen doorway until I heard his door slam shut. I'd painstakingly prepared breakfast that morning. Stupid move seeing as he didn't eat the soup from the previous night but I was at a loss for what to do. Maybe he didn't like chicken soup? Maybe breakfast was more up his alley? Fuck I was being such a ninny. I stormed back to my room. There were more important things to think about. To do. I was neglecting the mission. It was the whole reason I was here in goddam Rhode Island. There were high stakes riding on this. I could handle my feelings for Alex later. That's if he wasn't serious about leaving. He can't have been serious. Where would he go? And how? I couldn't let him leave. I couldn't imagine a day without him in my life anymore. Silent treatment was fine as long as I knew he was

Alex's Pov Everything irritated me. The hotdogs didn't taste as good as I would've loved them to. I hated it here. The cabin was so boring. It wasn't like I'd had many activities in my life before but at least it wasn't this drab, God! This all felt surreal. Odd. Luca was being odd. And that unsettled me more than anything. Things were simpler, my emotions easier to process when he was being his normal intimidating asshole self. When I knew what to expect. With this new and guilty version, I was left confused. Holding onto anger became harder. And I hated it. It didn't help that there was nothing else to do here to take my mind off things. Reception was out again and all that was left for entertainment were books. I could leave. I threatened to, didn't I? But I didn't really know if it was a good idea to go back yet. And what I would be going back to. School of course. I had been trying not to think of all the classes and possibly tests I was missing. My grades would take a

Luca's Pov “She sounds like an angel. But why did you leave then?" Alex asked curiously. What could I tell him? That my disobedience and greed led to the death of her own son and I couldn't bear to face her so I ran away from home? Ran straight into the hands of Vincent Moreau. "Life happens.” I replied with a shrug instead. "Would you like a drink?” I asked as I polished off the rest of the soup. "That's not very honest of you. If you don't want to talk about it, that's ok.” Alex responded, using my own words from earlier. “Some wounds are best left closed." “Oh I know that better than anyone. It would've gone on being closed if I hadn't seen that picture in your goddam office." Alex growled, his voice filled with fury. I'd never seen him as angry as he'd been the past few days. Couldn't blame him. I wasn't sure how I would be reacting if I were in his shoes. “I didn't know you knew him." I replied. “And that makes it ok?" “That's not what I said." I sighed wearil

Luca's Pov Sleep was hard to come by. I laid silently in the dark for a long time, hands interlocked behind my head. There was a lot to think about. Too much. I feared for Dara but I knew I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't even dare. What could I do anyway? Travel to Philadelphia, sneak into her house while her phony husband is away and tell her to run away with me? What reasons would I give? What proof? And even if I could provide proof, would she want to hear it from me? Would she even remember me? Of course she would. The boy she'd taken under her wing. Taken as her second son. And he repaid her by killing her real son. Twelve years plus wasn't even close to enough time for one to forget such a thing. She would never believe me. She hated me and it was best for both of us if our paths never crossed again for as long as we both lived. Then there was Alex. I thought the soup was an olive branch. Much like mine. But it would seem his mind was made up on the