Semua Bab Revenge On My Ex-husband With His Ruthless Mafia Brother : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Delilah’s POV“That man said you destroyed him, and now they want me to pay for your sins. How many men have you ripped apart! Who else is after my blood??” I demanded, for the third time.Thorne didn’t answer.His knuckles were still bloody. His jaw clenched, his blood-stained shirt clinging to his chest,. His silence was louder than the roar of the car engine as we sped through the city, toward the villa.“Thorne!” I snapped, this time louder. “Talk to me.”Nothing. I sighed out, wincing immediately. I didn't realize I had injured my ankle while I encountered Zar.. Zarkoff? Was that his name? Nevermind that, my ankle hurts terribly.I took my eyes back to Thorne. His hands gripped the wheel tighter. The scar near his collarbone twitched like he was suppressing something violent.My ankle throbbed with every pothole we hit. I winced but refused to make a sound, because he didn’t even glance my way. And he sure as hell wouldn't care– not that I want him to.When we reached the villa

Thorne’s POV The wine cellar in the villa looked serene– almost untouched. The kind of place you come to remember who the hell you are. To shut out the world and the woman in it who was rearranging the bones in your chest. A place where you could think and confronted your old demons. Logan was leaning against the wine rack, tossing a corkscrew between his fingers. I poured myself a neat bourbon, then slid a second glass toward him. He caught it without looking, took a sip. “Still drinking this wood-shaving piss?” he asked. “It’s vintage,” I muttered. “It’s trash,” he replied, grinning. “But it’s your kind of trash, so I’ll shut up.” For a while, neither of us said much. I let it settle before cutting in. “You did it, didn't you?,” I finally said. He arched a brow. “Zargov’s death. You killed him.” “Had to save the damsel.” He grinned. I took another burning sip. What if Logan wasn't there? I didn't want to think of all the wrong things that could've happened. I would never for

Naomi’s POVI followed him. No, I stormed after him. My heart is still damn near combusting. “Dad, no. I don’t want this.”Gosh.. how squeaky my voice sounded.He didn’t stop walking. He just waved his hand like he was done with my drama for the day. “It’s good for you, Naomi. You stay home all day doing… what exactly? Eating crackers in thongs?”“I don’t wear thongs.” Lie. Biggest lie!! And I even wore thongs every time I went to the gym, hoping against hope that I could snag that handsome man. But now?? Not ever happening! Not in hell.“You don’t work either.”“It’s not a crime to enjoy a soft life.”“Your uncle literally gifted you a helicopter, baby girl,” he turned to me now, finally, voice calm and smug as ever. “You said, ‘Daddy, I want to learn how to fly it, it’s sooo aesthetic!’ Remember that?”I groaned. Shut up. That was before I knew Dean Maddox was the chosen one. Dean freaking Maddox. That man was the kind of tall that made you suck in your gut. Muscles like he got forg

Delilah’s POVThe silence stretched too long after I asked. My heart was noe pounding erratically as I had no idea of what he might say. But… Is its really that hard? It'd be shitty if he says no.“Thorne.." I stammered, but Thorne’s gaze dropped. His body shifted back, just slightly, but enough to make my chest cave in.Then he said it. Coldly and with finality.“No.”I blinked, as my lips parted, but I couldn’t breathe. The air got thick, heavy, like trying to inhale fire. I .. I honestly didn't expect this from him. Now, I feel more stupid than before.He stepped back, running a hand through his dark hair like the question had scorched him. Of course it should! Wtf!!“I can’t do that,” he muttered, slowly.“I can’t bring a child into this. Into my life. My world. It’s too twisted, Delilah. You know it is.”I took a step forward, voice cracking. “Don’t say that.”“Delilah…”“No, don’t you dare say that!” I snapped. “You wanted us to be together. You fought for it. You said we were sea

Caleb’s POVThe rain had finally dulled into a whisper. I watched the drops trickle down the windshield, my fingers still warm from gripping the wheel. Delilah had barely said two words to me after I dropped her off, but I didn’t care. There was something in her eyes—something quiet and wounded and mine. She hadn’t pushed me away like she always did. She hadn’t cursed, hadn’t slammed the door. She simply walked into the hotel lobby without turning back.That was enough. We're getting somewhere, right?I stepped out of the car, smug, my mouth curled into a slow smirk as I stared at the hotel. Should I go after her or something? Finally… I was getting through to her. Slowly, but surely. Delilah was breaking, unraveling exactly the way I wanted. I just knew there's no way she'd be truly happy without me. I used to think I didn’t care about Delilah. I’d tossed her aside, found comfort in Cheryse, and convinced myself I’d moved on. But the moment she left—and worse, left to Thorne—somethi