All Chapters of Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Third Person POVThe door squeaked open and the rancid stench of sweat and urine hit the two men, causing them to cover their noses and gag.“Smells like a goddamn barn in here,” one of the men scoffed.“Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you cage a pig.” He punctuated this statement with a mock squeal of a pig.“Here that, old man?” the second man laughed, approaching the wooden chair in the middle of the room. “You smell like a fucking pig.”The man in the centre of the room lifted his head. His hands were bound behind him, the rope had rubbed the skin on his wrist raw from trying to struggle. His feet were also bound, and the skin on his ankles was blistered and bleeding.He was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, his chest bare, his large belly resting on the top of his thighs. His belly wasn’t nearly as big though now as it had been when he’d first entered this room. Existing on only stale bread, the odd scrap of vegetables and fruit, and water for more than a week, he had sta

Third Person POVThe moment the door opened, Ava’s heart dropped. It was Sergio all right, but he was almost unrecognizable. Sitting on the stranger’s couch, with a blanket wrapped around him and wearing an oversized shirt, his face was guant and pekid, with dark cirucles under his eyes.He smiled the moment he saw her though, his eyes regaining their spark. She rushed towards him and fell into his lap. He winced. Only then did she see the raw skin of his wrists, bloody and raw. He reeked of body odor, unbrushed teeth, and urine. But she didn’t care.“My god, what did they do to you?” she asked him, frightened and stunned by his raw skin.“I’m okay, bella,” he smiled weakly. “I’m okay.”When Sergio found himself on the side of a deserted road in the middle of the night, he’d had no choice but to walk to a nearby house. Each step had been painful, and he’d had to steady himself more than once for fear of completely collapsing.They’d let him go, he knew that much. But he had no idea why

Willow’s POVI’d never flown in a private jet before, and although the circumstances weren’t the best, I was still excited to go to Italy with Luigi and the children.Settling into our plush, leather seats, our dedicated server and stewardess informed us that we’d be taking off shortly. The cabin was incredible, with gleaming mahogany finishes, a bar area, several TVs, and oversized seats for all of us.Both Carl and Mira’s faces were priceless as they buckled themselves in, giggling to each other about the upcoming trip in Uncle Luigi’s private airplane.As I buckled my seatbelt, a flash of nerves ran through me. Flying had always made me nervous, ever since I was a young child. There was something about a piece of machinery this big propelling itself up into the air that just seemed a bit scary to me.Seeing my face, and my hands clutching the hand rest, Luigi smiled.“Are you afraid of flying?” he asked me with a bemused look.“A little,” I nodded, as the plane started down the runw

Willow’s POV“Hello Enzo,” Luigi said. “Long time, no see.”His gaze fell on me, and the intensity in his eyes made me want to look away. To recoil, actually, if I’m being honest.This was Luigi’s brother? I found that hard to believe. The smirk alone of his face was enough to make him completely off-putting, but there was something about his eyes, something dark that I could see even at a distance.They looked alike, sure, with similar, angular jaw lines and the same dark hair. Enzo was clearly shorter than Luigi though, and much leaner. He lacked the muscular chest and arms that Luigi had.Enzo sauntered towards us, his skin making me crawl as he kept his eyes fixed on mine. Luigi had warned me to just give Enzo a chance though, so I shook my head. I was judging this book by its cover, and I owed it to Luigi to dismiss any thoughts I had on first encounter with his brother.“I see you brought a friend,” Enzo said, stopping in front of us. “Nice piece.” He smiled lasciviously at me, a

Willow’s POVAva led me around the estate, and I marvelled at the grandeur of it. There was a formal dining room, with a sprawling table that could seat twenty people. There was also an informal kitchen, and a chef’s kitchen. No less than three living rooms made up the left side of the estate, with a library with floor to ceiling book shelves. Both Sergio and Ava had dedicated offices, and the right room contained a sweeping ballroom complete with a checkered floor. The upstairs contained all the bedrooms, a maze of corridors and more rooms than I could count.Outside, the staff has their own quarters, which rivaled an average size house back home. There was a swimming pool that overlooked the vineyard and ocean with a waterfall and lazy river, a tennis court, a horse stable, a massive rose garden with winding paths, and of course a separate building which housed the Hernandez's private wine collection. There was also an enormous building that we didn’t enter, which was where they made