Semua Bab Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Luigi’s POV“Take me to the St. Regis,” I told my driver the moment I got into my private car. Alone for a few moments, I allowed myself to sink into the soft leather seats and have a brief respite from my thoughts, which were spinning.At the hospital, my investigator confirmed that the brakes on Willow’s car were, in fact, cut. The moment I heard that, I knew that Willow was in grave danger. Giulia had mafia ties and as such, she had unlimited resources. If she wanted Willow out of the picture, which she clearly did, then she would stop at nothing until she accomplished her goal.This put me in an impossible situation. I had to protect Willow. My back was against the wall. I had no choice.I had to let Giulia believe that she was winning, that she’d outplayed me. It was the only way to truly protect Willow. So I lied to Willow and told her that the brakes had been a factory malfunction. Willow couldn’t know what Giulia had really done. The situation was too precarious. If Willow knew

Giulia’s POVThere’s something about an expensive jewelry store. The glean of the lights off the glass. The sparkling jewels on their velvet displays. Few things in life are as satisfying as shopping for jewels. All the pretty rocks, just there for my choosing.The sales associate could tell right away that my father and I had money. Our clothes, our demeanor, the way we walked into the store – it all shouted ‘wealth’. So she was more than eager to help us choose the perfect ring.“How about this one, Ju-ju?” my father asked, using his affectionate nickname for me. Glancing at the ring he pointed at, I sighed.“I was hoping for something bigger,” I told him, tracing my finger along the glass.He was proud of me. I’d come through and cemented the deal with Luigi. Sure, I’d almost killed the wrong person in doing so. Oops. But how was I to know Willow’s flaming gay friend was going to borrow her car that day? Besides, he wasn’t dead, so it wasn’t that big of a deal.The whole ‘brake cutt

Willow’s POVParking my car, I walked up to Luigi’s door, my arms wrapped over my chest, my head down. I was just overreacting, I tried to tell myself. Giulia was just trying to get under my skin, spewing lies to upset me. I shouldn’t be this upset; I should just ignore it.The humiliation I’d felt in the jewelry store when she caught my hand mid-air washed over me. I was so much better than that. It had been a moment of weakness, that was all. I’d lost my cool. She’d provoked me and I’d snapped.“Luigi?” I called out as I entered the lobby. Mr. Samson appeared and went to take my coat. He smiled brightly at me.“Miss Willow,” he said. “Pleasure to see you. I hope your day is going well? Mr. Hernandez is in his study.”Meeting his broad smile with a weak smile of my own, I thanked him and made my way to Luigi’s study. The door was slightly ajar so I didn’t knock, I just walked right in.“Willow?” Luigi said when he saw me. He immediately rose from his desk. “What are you doing here? I

Willow’s POV“Are you sure you don’t want some of my ice cream?” Adonis asked. “Isn’t that what they always do on movies when people break up? Eat ice cream straight from the carton? I’m happy to share. Honestly.”“Thanks,” I smiled weakly at Adonis. “But it’s your ice cream. You should enjoy it. Besides, I don’t really think ice cream will help much right now anyway.”Adonis frowned. He was propped up in his hospital bed, the neck brace still firmly wrapped around neck, giving him limited mobility. His wounds were healing nicely, although he was very worried that the incision on his chest would leave a nasty scar. Jay had assured him over and over that it didn’t matter, that Adonis was gorgeous no matter what, and that no scar could ever dampen the way Jay saw him.And although Adonis appreciated that, Adonis was a vain man, so when I came to visit him today, I caught him looking up plastic surgeons in the area.The bruising on his face had started to subside, shifting from an angry p

Willow’s POVCarl looked at the other boys standing together, yearning in his eyes. They glanced at him and one of them whispered something that made the other ones laugh. They were making fun of Carl, and it hurt my heart to see Carl cast out like this from the other boys.“I don’t want to ride the ponies any more,” Carl said, as he moved the dirt around with the toe of his shoe. “What’s the matter, Carl? Are you scared of the ponies?” Leo scoffed. “Did you hear that guys? Carl’s too scared to ride a little pony.” They all laughed again, causing Carl to recoil behind my legs.“I’m not scared,” Carl said, barely above a whisper. “I just don’t like ponies.” Leo was standing with his arms crossed over his chest. He had blue cotton candy smeared on his cheek and his hair looked like it hadn’t been brushed in a while. His pants had a stain on the knee, and his shirt was wrinkled.I knew that Carl had been getting bullied at school, but I hadn’t seen it first hand until now. Leo was obvi