Semua Bab Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back: Bab 281 - Bab 290

Luigi’s POV“Oh dear,” Giulia said sarcastically from her chair. “Looks like poor Willow isn’t feeling so well.”Willow was dead weight in my arms. I held her, thankful that I’d caught her right before she hit the floor.“Perhaps she has a touch of something?” Giulia said, batting her eyelashes in feigned innocence. Then she laughed derisively.I hated Giulia right now with every fiber of my being. She’d held Willow hostage and shot my brother. It disgusted me to my core that I’d once been married to this woman. It took everything in me not to slap that sarcastic look right off her face. I wouldn’t allow myself to stoop to that level though.Shooting her a glare, Giulia smirked at me. With Willow in my arms, I brought her over to the other couch in the living room and gently laid her down. Her face was pasty, and her breathing was shallow and raspy. I didn’t know what was wrong with her, but I was very worried.Just then, Enzo groaned from his position on the couch. He was still uncons

Luigi’s POV“What are your blood types?” Dr. Lazarus asked. “Is your blood type Universal?”“It’s not,” I shook my head, staring at Enzo in shock. I told the doctor our blood types and he inhaled a sharp breath. Wrapping a blood pressure cuff around Enzo’s arm, he pumped it as the cuff tightened.“It’s not good,” the doctor told us. “His blood pressure is dropping.”“My mother can come,” I said quickly. But the doctor shook his head.“There isn’t time. He needs blood now.”Logan appeared beside me. He rolled up his sleeve and held out his arm.“Use my blood,” he said, his face determined. “I have the same blood type as Enzo.”The doctor furrowed his brows.“Are you sure?” he asked. “I am,” Logan said confidently.Relief washed over me. What were the chances? Logan had the same blood as Enzo? I almost couldn’t believe it. Once again Logan had proven himself very useful. “All right,” the doctor said. “Get a chair.”Dragging a chair over to the bedside, Logan sat down. The doctor inse

Third Person POVAva instructed the staff to board up the windows. They’d lived on the coast for a long time, and the only downfall to that were storms like these. They didn't happen often, but when they did, they had to take precautions. A weather alert was out for the entire coast. Gale force winds, torrential rains, and a hurricane possibility.With a cup of tea in hand, Ava went to the children’s playroom. Leo was putting together a Leo set, but Mira and Carl were huddled together in the middle of the room.“Grandma?” Carl said, his eyes wide, clenching onto his sister’s hand. “I’m scared.”My heart melted at the sight of the poor children, worried about the storm outside. Memories of my own three boys flashed through my mind. Enzo had always been terrified of the lightning and the thunder when storms like these brewed. It appeared that Carl took after his uncle.“There there,” I soothed them, “There’s nothing to worry about. It’s just a storm. It will pass soon. You’re perfectly s

Third Person POVAva protectively wrapped her arms around the children, telling them to back away from the window just as the doorbell rang. Casting a worried glance at her maid, she, the maid and the children all went to the front foyer.They were met in the foyer by the butler, who also had a concerned look on his face.“Allow me, Miss Ava,” he said, nodding towards the door. Ava felt like her stomach was in her throat. What was happening. Who was that strange man in the window?The butler answered the door. The wind gushed behind the two men standing on the doorstep, both of them dressed in black. They were large, burly men, with menacing faces.“Can I help you?” the butler asked, as Ava cowered behind him with the children clutching onto her legs behind her.“Your estate is on lockdown,” one of the men said. “By order of Bruno Lombardi. The house is surrounded. No one is coming in or out.”“I beg your pardon,” the butler balked.The man slid his jacket to the side, revealing a gun

Third Person POVThese guys are idiots. That had been the one thought running through Giulia’s head as she waited patiently for her chance to escape. They tied her up, yes, but they’d done a shit job of it. That moron Logan had tied her hands in a way that made it easy for the rope to come undone.Clearly, he wasn’t very good at bondage.It had taken Giulia all of five minutes to work the rope free from her hands. The only reason she hadn’t left yet was that she needed to know if Enzo was going to live or not. The whole thing had been very dramatic. The doctor appeared at the door, the emergency surgery upstairs, then the blood transfusion.Giulia had sat, pretending to still be bound, as she watched it all play out. She had no doubt whatsoever that her father had sent men to the Hernandez estate. And Giulia had told Luigi so just to rattle him. She knew her father well, and she knew her father wasn’t stupid enough to actually hurt any of Luigi’s family. Not until he had her back.But