The Don’s Revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Aurora’s POVI spent the next few days after the cop stopped by bed rotting and bawling my eyes out; frankly, there wasn’t much to do. I didn’t see Angelo since that day, or anyone for that matter. The closest thing to a physical interaction I had had in days was when Rosa stopped by to bring me food and fresh clothing. I was all by myself in this big room, with nothing but my thoughts.At night, I was plagued with memories of that night, the night that my life was completely altered. The night I lost my father and was taken captive by Angelo Armani and his evil army of men.In the mornings, I thought about Isabella and sometimes Luca. I wondered what they were doing. I had lost track of what day it was, the morning and night seemed to blur, and time was slow. I cried until I could cry no more, my eyes were red and puffy. I barely took a bite from the food Rosa would bring.I had never felt this feeling of utter hopelessness. I didn’t know what el

Aurora’s POVI hadn’t moved since he left, still clutching onto the towel on my chest.The warmth of Angelo’s breath still clung to my skin, like it hadn’t gotten the memo he was gone. My pulse was chaotic, confused, like the rest of me. He’d been close—too close. The way his voice dipped when he called my name. I had never noticed how anyone called my name until him. He made it sound so exotic, it practically rolled off his tongue. And, love? Why did he use that endearment? The first time he said it, my breath caught in my throat.I was gawking at him, the tension in his jaw, the storm in his eyes. The way he looked at me, with lust and desire, all merged into one. It was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. He didn’t look at me with all of the anger I had grown accustomed to; he felt like a different person in that room, almost like the man I saw from across the restaurant. My heart was beating fast, and all the things I felt in that m

Aurora’s POVI slipped a hand into the crook of his elbow even though in my head I was screaming strings of protests as we walked into this celebration, but nothing about this night felt festive, at least not for me. It was a parade of monsters in tailored suits and fine dresses, who shook hands with the same fingers they used to pull triggers.And I was stuck in the middle of it, wearing a dress that clung to me like a glove and barely covered anything. I was so self-conscious; I saw the way he looked at me, the way they all looked at me.His hand was firm at my waist—Angelo Armani, the man who’d taken everything from me. And now he held me on his arm like a trophy, not a partner, not even a person. Just a shiny, living symbol of what he’d conquered.“Look at you, ragazzo (young man),” one of the older men said with a grin. “All grown up. When I saw you last, you could barely hold a gun steady.”Angelo smiled, flashing his pearly whites.

Aurora’s POVWhen Rosa came for me, I sighed in relief, thankful to be away from him, but my happiness was short-lived because not too long after, I was behind those large doors with him and his father.I fought back tears when Mr. Armani hit me across the face. It was unexpected, and his hand was strong. I blinked back the tears, not wanting to give him or either of them the satisfaction of seeing me cry. My skin burned, and I could taste my own blood on my lips. It took every last bit of restraint I had to not continue staring at him.My eyes were wide with shock when I heard the next words that Mr. Armani uttered. I stood frozen in shock, listening to them.I looked between the both of them, surely they were not talking about me as if I were an object.“What’s it going to be?” The heavy question hung between us.Mr. Armani didn’t look away. His eyes met mine, a twisted smile on his lips. My eyes bore into his. He didn’t look a

Aurora’s POVI took unsure steps towards the dining area. My thoughts were racing and my heart fluttered in my chest. Angelo sent for me, I hadn’t seen him since the day he stripped me. I should be angry, but something about seeing him again gave me the flutters.And then I saw him. He was wearing a black dress shirt that did nothing to conceal those muscled arms. The sleeves were rolled up, revealing strong veiny hands and his tattoos. I wondered what they were, I never got to see them up close. Focus, Aurora, I chided myself. You don’t care for him and his tattoos, you hate him!He was sitting at the head of the table. There was an elaborate dinner spread out, mouth-watering dishes that were inviting. He still hadn’t noticed me because he was immersed in the tab in his hand and had yet to acknowledge my presence.I licked my lips and swallowed the lump in my throat, “Nonna Rosa told me—““I’m going to lay down a few ground rules.” He cut me off immediately. He set the tab down and l