Semua Bab Don Emilio's Redemption: Bab 41 - Bab 50

When I went home, there was a dress waiting for me. It was hard to miss the huge black box sitting on my bed. There was a black rose on top of the box. Instinctively, my eyes went to the one that had died by my window.I didn’t know why I kept the roses he gave me but I did, and I wasn’t ashamed of it. Flowers deserved to be cherished.I opened the box and took out the dress. It was clearly a haute couture dress. I wondered how much the dress cost. It looked very stunning and it was white. I thought white complemented my olive skin well.The bust area of the dress was structured like a strapless corset with a sweetheart neckline, and the midsection was made with sheer, nude mesh fabric decorated with crystals arranged in curved, vertical patterns that mimicked the lines of a corset.The skirt area was a flowing white fabric that cascaded down, split high on one leg, revealing too much skin—just how I liked it. Strings of pearls and crystals were draped all across the body, adding shim

“I shouldn’t…” I said.The man has the mask of an owl. It only covered half his face, so you could clearly see his nose and mouth. His eyes were dark as night, he was tall, and he had the build of a man who trained in the gym regularly.He wasn’t as tall and muscular as Emilio, though. Without the mask, I would have bet that he was handsome. But what exactly did he want from me?Everyone in that room was evil, one way or another. He wasn’t any different.“Why? Does Vitale have you on a tight leash?” He asked as he laughed. He knew how to rile me up. No woman liked being told what to do by a man if it wasn’t in the bedroom.The necklace around my neck told him who I belonged to, but instead of ignoring me like everyone else was, he wasn’t. He was bold, I would give him that. Even I was scared of Emilio, and he had never physically hurt me.I didn’t want to imagine what Emilio would do to him if he found us dancing. But something told me he knew how to handle himself.“You know him? Is

There was a car waiting for us there with the back door open. He ushered me into the car with haste and it drove off. I found it weird that he had a car waiting for our escape. I wasn’t sure whether he had anticipated what would happen, or if he was always waiting for the worst to happen.I was shaking everywhere and I didn’t notice I was shivering until Milo wrapped his jacket around me. Palermo was usually hot, so I hadn't felt the need to wear a jacket.I should have known it wasn’t the weather that would make me cold, rather than the environment Milo was thrusting me into.“Turn up the heat,” he said to the driver.He had his hand in mine and I refused to let go. I kept replaying the events of the night over and over again in my brain. I couldn’t believe that I had been at death’s door.“Here,” Milo said as he handed me a bottle of water. I grabbed it from him and drank it all in one go. I took off my mask and tried to slow down my breathing but it was useless. My body refused to

I hadn’t seen Emilio in two weeks, but I had seen Raffaele because he and I had replaced and stolen more evidence. It came as a surprise to me why we were doing things so quickly, since the trial for Emilio’s appeal wasn’t due for three months.I hated what he was making me do, but I didn’t have a choice. I hated that I hadn’t seen him in a while, but it was probably for the best because I needed to get my head out of my ass. The way he spoke to me the last time I saw him made me see things more clearly.I needed a distraction, perhaps in the form of a man, to stop thinking about him.I wasn’t sure if I had finished all the felonies Emilio needed me to do. He had made our relationship as professional as it should have been from the very start. He even stopped giving me the black rose he always gave me.All these thoughts were running through my mind as I sat at my desk. Bia and Elena were scrambling to gather all the evidence they could on Emilio’s case. They had time, and I trusted t

“Hey, Alessandro. I need your help. I need you to find out something important.” I said to my brother when he picked up my call.It was rare for him to pick up my calls. He always thought I was nagging him, and he thought low of me. He always claimed he was better than me because he was the golden child.So why would he pick my calls when he didn’t need me for anything?But I guess things had changed when I got him out of the situation he had put himself in by stealing cocaine from the evidence room. The only reason he was picking my calls was because he was scared I would tell someone.Or maybe he was feeling some sort of guilt for how he had treated me the last time we were together. He was an ungrateful bastard, but he always came through when I needed his help. It wasn’t the first time I had asked for it.But it was the first time I got his help through a phone call. Usually, I had to go through my mother or bombard him at work where his friends were watching and he had no choice,