All Chapters of Don Theron's Police Wife : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I allow Elettra sprint into the mansion, at least giving her another the chance to hide herself.Because when I get her? There's no saving from my wrath.Striding into the living room that's now filled with more people than before, the atmosphere filled with chatters and the TV noise, I wind through the area with a frown.“Guess the dirty doll is his wife.”“I had expected better taste, yunno.”“I wonder where the hell they're coming from, looking all sweaty.”My hands ball into fists, I whirl my body with a glare and that makes the taunting murmurs disappear.For a moment, I'm riling up with irritation, wondering if I should even be protecting these people, seeing as they never have anything good to say.But this isn't about them. This position is about the promise to my father–to protect his legacy, and his family, no matter what.Holding that thought, I bolt up the stairs, taking long steps that cover the distance of the passageway sooner than expected.Ignoring the bouncer outsid

Everytime I recall how I got knocked out by Elettra, my body vibrates with tension and anxiety.It literally has me swallowing multiple times to stay calm. My body aches with pain–one that comes from sitting in bed for too long. My head is bandaged and I can tell from the highlights of white material on either side of my face. And the clotting of pain at the back of my head tells me how bad I was hit.I don't know how long I'd been out, but that wasn't the problem. The main problem was Elettra.Where did she go?Who was with her?Was she able to escape?These questions surge through my mind, making my heartbeat increase, resonating with the panic travelling through my veins.I should have known she was up to something, I should have been smart enough to decode it!The thought of her fooling me makes me feel incompetent, and further makes me feel embarrassed. And I know the Don won't spare me for my mistakes. He trusted me to keep watching and always be alert, but I failes miserably

Frustration splinters through my veins as I take in my surroundings. After being knocked out by Theron's man, I woke up to find myself still held captive in what looks like a storeroom. Dusty cartons are laying everywhere and the air in her smells stuffy, like it hasnt been visited in a while. I try to move–the same thing I've been trying to do since I regained consciousness but that only digs the barb wires deeper into my skin.I'm tied to a chair, in a dimly lit room and I can't think of a possible reason that justifies this, except that I'm Elettra's brother. Frustration splinters through my veins as I turn my head around–the only movable part of my body.Elettra is the reason I'm here and the thought of that sends blood pooling to my hands, they curl over the chair's handle as my jaws clench.She's the reason why such a hardened criminal can penetrate into my life in this manner. Growing up, she has always had a knack for wreaking mischief, and she usually got away with it bec

For the first time in a while, I feel like I'm losing control.My efforts to find Jeremy were futile, the fucking hotel was already abandoned, and hadn't been in business for months. That hurt me more than a dagger stabbed into my shoulder.I hate this hide and seek game that the Irish are playing with me but I have to rectify the mistakes that these animals cost me.Thanks to those fuckers, I lost a hundred million dollars worth of drugs. And while that doesn't affect my account one bit, I still have the pressing urge to restrategize.Since they're aware of the part of Italy that gets me the most income, I'm convinced that they'd bring whatever I build there down to pieces and I can't afford that.At least not now that I can't find their leader, and the fucking traitor. But it won't take long for me to get to those rats, with my men scattered all over the city.Though the thought of them carrying out another attack makes my pulse ram with urgency. I hope I find them as soon as possib

The moment we get to the dining room, my jaw almost drops at how many people are sitting here. They're so many, if I can count correctly, they should be over twenty. That's quite a lot compared to my family of six.Their eyes are directed towards me and Theron as we walk in. I ignore them, propping my shoulders higher even after noticing that most of the women here are clad in nice dresses and I was wearing casuals.Theron leads me to the head of the dining room, taking a seat there while I take the seat on the right, just close to him and opposite an elderly woman who has the most beautiful yellow eyes I've ever seen.Judging from the strands of silver in her black hair, I figured she must be the oldest here and probably Theron's mother.My eyes scan the room further and I spot the sassy lady I met in the kitchen, she's staring at me like I'm a house worker or something.Moving my gaze from hers with my cheeks heating up with irritation, I noticed everyone else is giving me that loo