Semua Bab Don Emilio's Redemption: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Giulia told me she was a bit held up, so I couldn’t stay at her place. I couldn’t go to my father’s house after how I had snapped at him the last time he and I had seen one another. I had no choice but to contact my brother.He allowed me to stay at his place for one night, to my surprise. I had expected him to tell me to fuck off. After all, I had called him a cocaine head when I last saw him. But he didn’t react like that. He told me he would only allow me to stay one night, after which I had to return to my apartment.I drove there as fast as I could because I couldn’t stand being at my place. When I got there, he opened the door for me in his pajamas. He looked tired, and it made me feel bad that I had bothered him, but that guilt faded soon.He lived in a penthouse that our father paid for.Yet, my father couldn’t afford me anything more than a decent apartment in the semi-safe parts of town. I loved my flat, but it was small and it only had one bedroom. It was smaller than the s

Emilio casually walked into the event like he belonged there. His strides were powerful, and he made sure to make eye contact with everybody who dared to look at him.Everyone who got close to him, stepped back and whispered. If he happened to turn that direction, anybody who was speaking kept quiet. His whole demeanor and presence was like an intimidation tactic to prevent people from speaking about him.He radiated power and dominance. I wasn’t sure there was a single person in that room who wasn’t scared of him. And if they said they weren’t, they were lying.Even the Rinaldi family was tense. No one dared to move a muscle. You could’ve heard a pin drop in the room. That was how much people feared Emilio. He had just gotten out of prison and yet, he had gotten an invite to the most exclusive party in Sicily.“What’s the fuck is he doing here?” Tommaso asked.“He was invited. He’s one of the richest men in Italy, not just Sicily. Now that he has been exonerated and all his charges h

I asked for a glass of whiskey and took it in one gulp. Only then would I have the courage to do what Emilio had asked me to do. After four minutes, I made my way to the women’s restroom.I gave myself one minute to get there. When I opened the door to the restroom, I didn’t see anyone there. That was until it was slammed shut, and I jumped in surprise. I turned around and saw Emilio standing there smoking a cigarette.“Are you even supposed to smoke a cigarette here?”“I can do whatever I want, whenever I want. I don’t care about the consequences.”He threw the cigarette on the ground and got to me in two strides. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. I wanted to resist him and assert control, but as soon as I felt his tongue in my mouth, I dropped my purse and put my hands around him.He grabbed my thighs and pulled me to sit on the sink. With one hand still at the back of my neck, he kissed me like I was the air he needed so he could breathe. I kissed him back

“Marry you? Are you crazy? My parents would kill me.” I said.He didn’t look too happy when I said that. He put out his cigarette, took off his coat and bow tie, and walked towards me. I found myself walking backwards until my back hit the wall.“Is marrying me that bad?” He asked. His question sounded vulnerable but the look on his face told a different story. He looked like he could care less whether I wanted to get married to him or not.“You wouldn’t marry me, Emilio. You have everything, and you can have a woman who accepts what you do for a living. I think murder is evil.”“I kill bad people…”He had a point. He only killed criminals who were like him. He was better than most people in my life. They didn’t murder people but they had questionable morals. Elena slept with my father and used junior prosecutors to further her career and keep theirs stagnant.Tommaso openly cheated on me and even rubbed it in my face. He also tried to destroy my career to save Bianca’s. Bianca relish

“A little birdie told me that you have a guest at your penthouse. Are you planning to get married and you just haven’t informed me about it?” Raffa asked, and I ignored him because I didn’t have time for his bullshit.We had a man we were interrogating for heaven's sake, and he was asking about having Chiara at my penthouse. I had to admit that I had been a little too harsh with her when I had confronted her about her family and the many ways in which they used her and left her for dead.She was always going to put her scum father on a pedestal, even though the bastard didn’t deserve it. If she knew half the things Matteo had done, she would not defend him like she always did.That bastard may have been worse than me at backstabbing people. She didn’t believe me, but the man had truly framed me for all the crimes he accused me of committing.He falsified evidence, blackmailed my CFO at my legitimate company into testifying against me, made sure his brother was the judge and that his mi