All Chapters of Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Luigi’s POVSeeing that the text was from Willow, I sighed a massive sigh of relief.But the relief didn’t last long because as soon as I read the message, my heart sank.Willow was at the airport.Staring at the words, my mouth went dry. At the airport? But how? Why? I felt like I couldn’t swallow. That was the last place I expected Willow to be.I continued reading.She’d just bought a ticket home. She was going back to the US to see Leo. She was sorry, but she needed time and space to sort through her feelings. I wasn’t supposed to contact her. I was supposed to wait for her to reach out to me and respect her privacy.The phone slipped from my hand.Willow was leaving. She was really leaving me. Without even so much as a good-bye, she booked a flight home.The tone of the text message was so…formal. Curt even. It lacked the tone of her usual texts, and there wasn’t a single emoji. Willow loved emojis, even when she was sending a serious text.It seemed strange to me, the tone of the

Third Person POVEnzo opened the hatch to the underground cellar and climbed down the ladder, cursing under his breath as he went. He hated it down here, under the ground where the air was thick and dank. As far as he was concerned, Giulia should have a constant stream of hired help to go down here, and she shouldn’t be asking him.At the bottom of the ladder, once his feet had hit the ground, he pulled out his flashlight to find the switch to turn on the lights in the corridor. The musty smell hit his nose and he grimaced as he flicked on the dim lighting.It was quite a set up, he had to admit. The entire place had been dug into the ground, and the entrance was almost impossible to find if you didn’t know exactly where it was. It was the perfect place to keep captives: well hidden so that no one would find it, but close enough to the Lombardi estate that it was easy to go and tend to the captives.Of course, Enzo was painfully aware that this was the same place they’d held his father

Willow’s POVMy grunts filled the small space as I focused on the floor, my jaw tight, my wrists burning. Once I’d made the decision to try to escape, that was the only thing I’d allow to enter my mind. I had no idea what time it was, but I knew someone would come by in the morning to feed me.So sleep was not an option. The clock was ticking. I had to work my hands out of the ropes, somehow, no matter how much it hurt.My toes curled up inside my shoes with pain, as sweat dripped down my face. Inch by inch, I kept at it, trying to slide my hands out from the thick, tight rope. The rope burned and scratched against the skin of my hands, and I started to lose feeling in my fingers but I kept going.The first thing I’d done is try to stretch the rope but forcing my hands apart as far as they would go. Knowing that the rope could stretch at least a little bit, I kept at it. Pulling on the rope and grunting from the physical exertion. A few times I had to stop because I became dizzy. Lack

Willow’s POVThe sound was loud as the ceramic hit his head. Stunned by my own strength, I paused.Enzo's eyes widened, and he stumbled backwards, his arms out in front of him, groping the air with his hands. Blood trickled down his cheek from the cut on his head. His face showed how shocked he was. But he was still standing.I couldn’t take any chances that he’d come after me.So, without hesitation, I came at him again, hitting him so hard this time that the pot splintered. Ceramic shards fell to the ground, and only moments after, so did Enzo.The room fell still. The thermos sat right where he’d left it, beside a coil of rope from my feet. Enzo’s body was motionless, his cheek pressed against the cement.Confident that I’d hit him hard enough to cause him to pass out, I made for the door. Once I was through it, I found myself at the end of a dimly lit corridor. My dislocated thumb ached, and my muscles were at risk of giving out because I’d been using them for so long. But I willed

Willow’s POVLeaning against the trunk of a tree, I took a moment to breathe. My lungs burned from the sprint into the forest, but now that I was safely within the trees, I felt a little less exposed. Everything in my body hurt. I had to keep going though.The only problem was, I didn’t know how much time I had.I’d hit Enzo pretty hard, so he’d likely be passed out for a while, which bought me time. Not much though. As soon as he woke up, he’d go running back to the house and Bruno would start hunting me down.It was pretty obvious I was in the forest; there wasn’t really anywhere else for me to go. But I had no idea how expansive this forest was, nor where this forest led to. I was feeling dizzy too, and I wasn’t sure how much further I could run.Taking a step, my knees threatened to buckle. Mind over matter, I told myself, willing my body to hold on just a little while longer. I’d made it this far though, so I couldn’t give up now. Help was somewhere out there, and I was going t