All Chapters of Don Theron's Police Wife : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

My eyes stay focused on the door as my men trooped into the house with luggages of different sizes.Being the Custode dell'Onore gives me the leverage to give orders–orders that can't be disobeyed.My family members pad into the house, first is my mom, followed by my siblings and then my cousins–basically everyone who used to live in the previous Custode dell'Onore mansion.My family isn't pleased with this but they don't get to go against me. After all, the rules guiding the Graves family clearly states that the family stays with the Custode dell'Onore.And I had my mansion built to house a minimum of a hundred people, so having twenty three people in here is convenient.“I don't see your wife around, has she left you?” My brother asks, his eyes darting around with a glimmer of mischief.I stride closer, my hands fixed in my pockets, “She’s not a weakling, unlike your wife,” His almond eyes flare up with annoyance as he brushes past me.Callum’s that sibling I badly want to punch in

The scary looking guard narrows his eyes at me, one of his then looking more like a gray pearl than an organ.“No..no one,” I stutter, my heart slamming against my ribcage.He's putting on some rugged black jeans and a vest, his black hair poking out in a spiky row with the sides of his head shaved clean. He has a tattoo running from under his left eye down to his chin.This guy is all shades of scary.“But I saw you on the phone,” he protests, cracking his knuckles like he wants to punch me.I'm simmering with fear but I'm not going to let him see that.I also don't plan to keep my mouth shut while at it.“So what? Don says I can't use the phone now or what?” I howl, making him grumble.He breathes so heavily, you'd think he has four lungs.“Give me the phone,” his hand swings out and goddamn, that looks like twice the size of my face.“No.” I reply, my tone laced with defiance.“If you won't give me the phone, I'll take it forcefully. You won't like that?” He threatens and that make

Something about Elettra's request doesn't feel right and I was hoping the Don would refuse.But he didn't.So here I am, rolling my hands over a steering wheel, driving through the streets of Italy.I occasionally glance at the interior rear view mirror and I catch glimpses of Elettra's face but she doesn't notice.Her eyes are alight with relief, and her lips clamp shut as she looks out the window but I don't miss the subtle anxious expression that she's doing well to hide.Driving past some boutiques and some sports cars, I decide to make a turn but she stops me.“Don't turn, keep going straight! There's this park I haven't seen in a long time, and I'm dying to see it!” She squeaks, her tone sounding like she's faking the excitement.Reversing my movements, I return the car back in a straight motion, my gaze fixed on the road.“This drive ends in thirty minutes,” I inform, hoping she gets the cue and keeps the rest of the spots she wants to see to herself.Elettra cocks a brow, givi

Three hours.Three damn hours since Nico drove out of the mansion and there's no sight of him. This is unusual.Fury pumps through my veins while curiousity claws at my chest.I am trying my best to assume there's a reasonable explanation for this, or else I'll remind Nico why i hate tardiness.Lifting the phone to my ear one more time, I dial Nico's number. The phone rings, beating twice per second but ends in voicemail–like the first three attempts. Something must have gone wrong. Nico is never without his phone, the only time he's off is when he's in a shootout.I'm starting to wonder if giving in to this drive was right, owing to the fact that Elettra is unpredictable.I swear, if that girl has done something silly this time, I'll make sure she regrets it.I won't spare her, or Nico.Releasing my grip from the golden barriers that stretch into railings on either side of the living room, my eyes are wandering over the area.Ryder’s sitting on the couch, leaning forward with his f

My feet stomp upon the entrance of the green bungalow. My eyes light up with rage as I stare at the brown placard hanging at the the door.Pushing the door open with a grunt, I fire a bullet up to the roof, taking out the bulb.“Jesus! What the fuck?” A voice thunders from the left, emerging into the room.The plate of pasta in his hands drop to the floor with a loud crash, his eyes flickering with fear but his hands ball into fists.“What do you want this time?” He inquires, his face hard.“You.” I brawl, my lips turning up at the sight of his gaping look, yet that doesn't calm the fire inside of me.Silas swallows, trudging forward with a glare, though his small Adam's apple bobs.“Look, you already have my sister. It'll be best you leave this apartment right now,” He orders.Sick.I charge towards him, my body winding through the couches and the dining table loaded with bags of different sizes.Silas steps back, wanting to move back into the kitchen but before he gets to do that, I