Semua Bab Revenge On My Ex-husband With His Ruthless Mafia Brother : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Caleb’s POVGod, she’s beautiful.Even with her hair a little messy from the scuffle, even with the faint streak of blood on her temple from where that lunatic slammed her head… Delilah manages to look like she just stepped out of a daydream I didn’t know I’d been having for years.It’s a problem. A serious one.Because every time I’m around her, all I can think about is him.Thorne. How he gets to see her every day. How she looks at him. How I’m standing here feeling like some useless shadow while he’s the one in her orbit. It grates on me, this constant reminder that the person I want most belongs to the man I want to hit the most. So that's why I had to say those words. I know she doesn't trust me, but I doubt she'll trust him too. I could plant more seeds into her head, but I'll have to do it carefully. Finally, I helped her into the car, and she drove off, ignoring my offer to take her home. Stubborn as hell. Hard to believe this is the same woman who once followed every word I

Delilah POV: This isn't happening. He can't do this. What the fuck is this madness?? The room spun crazily and I felt faint. My nails dug into my palms in horror. “Stop it! This isn’t funny!” His mouth twisted into a half-smile, dark and teasing, but his finger slid dangerously along the trigger. “Who said I was joking?” My knees nearly buckled. “This is fucking crazy! Are you out of your mind?” He shouldn't… He can't… Thorne stepped closer, pressing the gun flat against his own chest, right over the white bandages. *You don't understand! I swore to protect you Delilah, to make sure no one harms a hair on your head, damnit! If bleeding keeps you safe, then I’ll carve myself open ” Tears stung the backs of my eyes, as my voice came out strangled. “Thorne, put it down.” I didn't want to dwell on the implications of his actions. If he shoots himself, oh goodness. The gleam of the gun, the way his finger hovered near the trigger — it shattered me. I didn’t even recognize the s

General POV He slammed into her brutally, the bed protesting beneath them as her body arched, every thrust knocking the reason out of her head. When he found that devastating spot again, her cry tore out of her throat. It was primal and broken, a sound she didn’t know she could make. It ripped through the room like a wild animal finally loosed from its cage.Her body was shaking, unraveling, as though he wasn’t just inside her but rewriting her from the inside out.Thorne drove into her without mercy, ruthlessly, forcing her to take him again and again, until she was nothing but heat, sweat, and his name clawing at the back of her tongue. It's as if he's trying to establish that she's his and his alone and that she's crazy for ever trying to think otherwise or doubt him.Every punishing stroke dragged her deeper under, pulling her into a place where pain bled into pleasure and pleasure became destruction. It was an endless tide crashing through her, drowning her in him.She was gone

Naomi’s POVBy the time I made it to Dean’s house, the rain had turned into that steady, soft drizzle that clung to everything. My hair was damp and my jacket heavier than it should’ve been because of the rain.For a split second I wondered if I was insane for showing up here without warning. Maybe I was – who knows? But I couldn't stop myself. I took a deep breath, and knocked, and a few seconds later the door swung open.Dean stood there, framed by the warm glow of his living room light, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. His eyes narrowed slightly as they landed on me. He looked… frazzled, though he tried to hide it.I swallowed slowly.“Naomi,” he said slowly, in a wary voice. “What are you doing here?”I hugged myself, not because of the chill but because of the way his gaze pinned me. “It’s raining. And I… I didn’t feel like going home yet.”He exhaled sharply through his nose, like he was weighing all the reasons I shouldn’t be here. But he stepped aside anyway. “Come in

Delilah’s POV I couldn’t believe I was doing this. My hands tightened around the steering wheel as I pulled up closer to the small brick building glowing neon red at the edges. Velvet Secrets. The letters flashed with every flicker, mocking me, reminding me of what I had become—what he had turned me into. I had arrived nearly an hour ago, circling the block, undecided. I didn’t know if I could go through with it. But now, finally, I had made up my mind. A sex shop. God. I never thought I would set foot in one, not in a thousand years. Not me—the careful, proper wife who used to blush if a man so much as whispered something indecent. But Thorne… Thorne had ravaged me in the worst way possible. He had ripped through every ounce of self-control I thought I had, every boundary, every rule. And now here I was, sitting in front of Velvet Secrets with my pulse pounding, knowing I would be gone for a while and couldn’t leave empty-handed. The memory of his hands, his mouth, his brutal