Semua Bab Secret Child For Ruthless Don: Bab 1 - Bab 5

Elena Legan.FOUR YEARS AGOWhen I was growing up, two events happened that shaped me into who I am. When I was thirteen, I saw my father shoot someone in the mouth. And when I was fifteen, I saw my older brother beat someone within an inch of his life.I don't know the man my father killed. Its only significance to my life is that witnessing his death marked the end of my innocence. It was the moment my eyes were opened and I realized what kind of family I belonged to.I learned many lessons that night. The most important thing was finding out how far my family would go to protect me from the cold, hard truth. I was their little girl, after all. My father was furious when he saw me hiding in the corner of the room where he had just killed someone.I remember being in shock. I remember him talking to me, trying to explain. The next day, he bought me so many gifts. A bribe. It had the desired effect. I haven't mentioned that night since it happened. And I've tried my best to forget it

Roman De Luca POVPRESENT DAYA man whose name I do not remember once said that there are four types of murder: capital, forgivable, justifiable and laudable. Growing up in my world, I learned to add one more type - necessary. The one where you have no choice.And there is another type of murder that I figured out myself consistently. A pleasant sight. The kind of killing that feels satisfying… Like I’m cleaning up the scum of the street.“Think very carefully about what you’re doing, Vincent,” my father says calmly.I’ve known the man all my life, and I can’t say I’ve ever heard him raise his voice. Not even when he’s angry.I’m tempted to move forward and slam Vincent’s head into the wall, but he’s surrounded by several men. No weapons yet. We don’t want this meeting to end in a bloodbath.Vincent has called us here to ask for a truce, to stop the battle we’ve been fighting for the past few days. Since then, he's managed to convince several of my father's most trusted capos to defec

"Here, beautiful," the bartender says, getting my attention. I open my purse to hand him some money, but he shakes his head. "He already paid for this," he says, pointing to the end of the bar.A man is standing there with a flirtatious smile. He's black and covered in tattoos. I'm too far away to make out the color of his eyes, but he's hot. I raise my glass in gratitude and smile encouragingly back.I came here looking for a connection. Someone to blow my mind and make me forget all the stress from work. I need to relieve the tension and fast. Luckily, he seems like the right man for the job.But if he wants something, he can come up to me and say it. I stay at the bar longer than I should, sipping my drink and trying my best not to look at him.He must be tired of waiting, because after a few minutes, I feel a presence behind me. I turn around and see a tattooed guy. Some girls might be a little intimidated or scared by his menacing build. But his look is just right for me.I've al