Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 291 - チャプター 300

Luigi’s POVGiulia’s eyes were wild as she lunged at me. Her surprise attack caused me to pull the trigger, and the gunshot reverberated through the room. Catching her arm in the air, I twisted it, dropping the gun and wrangling her into a strong hold, her back pressed against mine.The sound of the gunshot drew the doctor and Logan down stairs. They came running down the steps, two at a time, a stunned look on their faces.Holding Giulia, she struggled against me, shouting out obscenities. But I held her tight.Logan rushed to us, ropes in his hand as I forced Giulia to the ground. I knew I’d shot her, I just didn’t know where. It wasn’t until she was on the ground that I saw the blood seeping from her foot.Like a wild animal, she writhed on the floor, but we pinned her, tying her hands behind her back. When we were done, I hauled her to her feet and dragged her over to the chair. Forcing her down, I tied her feet together.She thrashed on the chair, causing it to topple over.“I don

Luigi’s POVWillow fell asleep sometime after midnight. Pulling the blanket up to her chin, I kissed her on the forehead and asked Logan to keep a close watch on Giulia. The doctor was also sleeping on the small couch across from Willow.Giulia’s eyes were on the floor, her foot bandaged. I didn’t know if she was awake or not, and quite frankly, I didn’t care.Upstairs, I opened the door to Enzo’s room, just a crack, to check on him. But I was surprised to see Enzo awake, staring up at the ceiling, his hands folded over his stomach.Naked from the waist up, Enzo had torn sheets wrapped around the wound in his chest. Several candles flickered around the room, casting just enough light for me to see Enzo’s face and form.Enzo heard me open the door and his head rolled to the side. With a weak smile, he said:“Looks like I dodged a proverbial bullet, huh?”Stepping into the room, I chuckled at Enzo’s attempted joke. The room was scattered with remnants of the emergency surgery: bloody she

Luigi’s POV“What do we do?” I asked, my eyes locked on the sheet wrapped around Enzo’s chest. It was getting bloodier by the minute.“I won’t make it downstairs,” Enzo said, his jaw clenched tight.“I can’t leave you here,” I told him. Something crashed downstairs. I didn’t know what, but it sounded big.“The bathroom,” Enzo told me, his eyes flitting to the bathroom door.“Enzo, no,” I said. “Dr. Lazarus is downstairs, in the cellar. He can’t help you if you’re up here.”“He can’t help me anyway,” Enzo said. “And the more I move, the more the wound will open. Please. Take me to the bathroom. Then go to the cellar. I’ll be okay.”I hated the thought of leaving Enzo alone upstairs, with his stitches ripped wide open. But what choice did I have? Enzo was right. It was a long ways down to the cellar and he was already in really rough shape. There was only one small window in the bathroom. I could put him in the bathtub, away from the window.So I helped him hobble to the bathroom, and th

Third Person POVBruno gazed out the window at the dwindling rain. The storm had finally started to subside, and dawn would break soon. Turning from the window, Bruno approached his full length mirror and adjusted his tie.With his crutch under his arm, he left his bedroom and hobbled his way downstairs. Now that the storm was ebbing, he could make his way over to the Hernandez estate, where he would contact Luigi and offer a trade: evacuation of his family estate in exchange for his daughter. Once he had his daughter back, he would follow up on the hit he’d taken out on the Hernandez family.From there, he would forge marriage papers, making Giulia the sole heir to the Hernandez estate. Taking a hit out on Luigi’s family came with risks, since Bruno hadn’t been given the green light from Corloni, and things like this were supposed to have Corloni’s blessing. However, Bruno was taking the initiative in this, and he was confident that Corloni would appreciate his proactive approach, and

Luigi’s POVThe night crept by, hour by hour, somehow. We waited in quiet anticipation, finching with every crash upstairs. Sometime in the middle of the night, I tossed a prayer to a god I wasn’t quite sure I believed in that the retaining wall would hold, that Enzo would stick it out through the night, that my mother and the children were safe.Dr. Lazarus removed the piece of glass from Giulia’s eye. She didn’t make a sound, her jaw clenched tight as the glass came out with a section of her eyeball. We all looked away, unable to bear the horrific sight. Without his tools, there wasn’t much more Dr. Lazarus could do, so the wound was just one big open, gaping cut.Logan removed his shirt and offered it to the doctor, who ripped it and wrapped it around Giulia’s head, leaving her good eye uncovered.I sat with Willow, my back to the wall. She curled herself up between my legs, and dozed in and out of sleep while I stroked her hair. It was surreal, all of us sitting there in my family’