Semua Bab Don Emilio's Redemption: Bab 91 - Bab 100

The door freaking opened. I thought for sure I got it wrong but it seemed like I got the password right. Emilio had to have some sort of obsession with me to put that as his password.The password was; uccellina. It meant little bird, like he always called me. I didn’t know why Emilio thought I was his perfect victim to string along and to do what he wanted, but he had his sights on me.And for some sick twisted reason, I didn’t hate it. I loved the attention he gave me, and I loved it even more that he seemed to integrate me into every single part of his life.I pushed away the thoughts of me acting like a lovesick teenager and opened the door. What I saw shocked me. It was a room full of more ammunition than I had ever seen in my lifetime. There were weapons and knives of all sizes.There were numerous bullets of all shapes and sizes arranged very well, as well as bulletproof vests. Machetes were hanging on the walls, and even sticks that I assumed were for fighting. It was clearly

“Put that gun down and let’s talk,” Vittoria said, but I knew it was bullshit. The minute I put the gun down, she would probably attack me and kill me.I wouldn’t die, certainly not by the hands of a jealous woman who wasn’t even supposed to be lusting after her stepson.“I’m not putting my gun down. Don’t act like I’m some crazy lady and you have to talk down to me to get me to calm down so that we can have a civilized conversation.”“You’re acting crazy!” She yelled.“I was open to having a conversation with you, but you decided to have your man attack me. In what world did you think I would come out here without protection? Not only did you march into the penthouse knowing Emilio wasn’t here, but you also found me in the bathroom and let your right hand man almost see me naked. You’re not my ally.”She tried to relax, but Luca was bleeding out on the floor. I didn’t know if I could live with myself if he died but I certainly wouldn’t risk my life to save his.He was facing the cons

His mansion was better than I remembered it to be. It was just as majestic, but this time, there were staff all over the place working like they had been there for years.The only person I had seen the last time I was there was the butler. The staff were all there to welcome us and as usual Emilio didn’t allow me to know the exact location of his mansion.He had me wear a blindfold the entire time we were traveling there. I understood why he was doing that. After all, I was the daughter of the man that had put him in prison for three years.He didn't trust me and he had no reason to. “They are all here at your back and call and they can do anything you want them to do. If you want anything, you can just tell them. And if you need something from me, you can call me.”Emilia was speaking like a man who wasn’t going to be around. I didn’t like that and it was mind gymnastics for me. I didn’t like that I wanted him around and I also didn’t like that he was leaving me there.“Where are yo

I walked to the coffee shop that my mother and I were used to meeting, and she was sitting by a corner looking into nothingness. She looked like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders.She was biting her nails every few seconds and that was how I knew she was far from okay. She was always pristine and she loved looking her best every waking moment of the day. She also lectured me about keeping my curly hair straight.Something serious had to have happened for her to spoil her perfectly manicured nails.“Mama,” I said as I touched her shoulder. “What’s going on?”I took my place opposite her when she patted my hand. Her gaze softened when she saw me. She looked around like she was trying to make sure no one was watching her.She looked paranoid in a bad way.“I went to your apartment and you weren’t there.”“I moved out of there a week ago. I am staying with a friend for now but it is only temporary. I will find another apartment soon. I think I have outgrown that place.”She

After the weird coffee date with my mother, I decided to go to the office to get some work done so that I could take my mind off of everything. I didn’t want to think about what she had told me and her ultimate decision because she hadn’t told me what she was planning to do. I knew how badly my father treated her and how dangerous it could be for her at my father’s house, but there was nothing I could do for her if she didn’t let me help her. Working would help me take my mind off of everything and stop worrying so much. When I got to the office, everyone was whispering and looking at their phones. I wondered what was going on because it must’ve been something serious to get everyone in a ruckus. It didn’t look like anyone was doing any work at the moment. They were all too busy gossiping. I brushed it off as office chatter and walked to my office to get some work done. My assistant wasn’t at her desk because I had also told her to work from home because I would. I never expected t