All Chapters of Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

Third Person POVThe waiter brought Logan and Luigi a bottle of the restaurant’s house wine. Their spirits were high, as they discussed the details of their new partnership. “You know what?” Luigi said, his eyes scanning the menu. “I feel like a steak. How about you?”“I never say no to a steak,” Logan chuckled. So they ordered themselves a filet mignon with several sides. The restaurant wasn’t overly busy, since it was the middle of the afternoon. Most of the clientele were likely business people having a late business lunch. It was a high end restaurant, known for its French inspired menu. Luigi often took clients there because of the close proximity to his office. Logan sipped the wine, which was one of Luigi’s merlots. He felt lighter than air. He hadn’t expected Luigi to agree so readily. Hell, he hadn’t really expected Luigi to agree at all. But now that he had, Logan’s mind was spinning with the possibilities. His own company was doing all right, but this partnership would o

Luigi’s POVWillow was already home by the time I got home. With excited, flushed cheeks she rushed towards me, greeting me in the lobby. “You won’t believe the news I have,” she told me, taking my coat. She promptly hung it up on the coat rack. I had big news too, but Willow was so excited, I decided I would wait until she was done. Whatever she had to tell me was exciting enough that she’d met me in the foyer. “Where are the kids?” I asked.“Out at the movies with friends,” Willow said. “They’re getting dropped off later. Come. I ordered dinner for us.”Since I’d just eaten a massive steak lunch, I wasn’t exactly hungry. But entering the kitchen, I saw that Willow had gone through a lot of effort to order dinner from our favorite deli. Assorted sandwiches, pickles, olives, cheeses, and fruit were spread out on the counter. I’d have to eat at least a little of it; the last thing I wanted to do was make Willow feel unappreciated. “Looks wonderful,” I said as she handed me a plate.

Third Person POVBeatrice slammed the hotel door room behind her. She kicked off her shoes and unzipped her awful sequin dress and headed straight for the shower. Running the water, it was tepid at best. Sighing, she longed for a nicer hotel. This hotel was a bit scuzzy, but it was currently all she could afford and it sure as hell beat sleeping in her car. Stepping into the stream of water, she reached for the soap and began vigorously scrubbing her body. She felt dirty, and even though she knew soap wouldn’t help the dirty feeling growing inside of her, she scrubbed her skin raw anyway. She’d only gone on two official gigs, as the company called them. Her first one had been rather pleasant. She’d escorted a stock broker to a private business dinner with clients. He was in from out of town, and he wanted a date. He’d told her to dress nice and subtle, as he didn’t want anyone to know she was a woman for hire. The dinner had been nice, and afterwards, he thanked her and gone on his

Third Person POVGiulia waited for the guard to bring her Sasha, and her mind flooded with thoughts of the past few months The brothel makeover had started the first week she’d arrived. She’d gotten rid of some of the women right away. Ugly, bone thin ones who were missing teeth. She’d lined them up all and gone through them one at a time, deciding who to salvage and who to discard. The discarded ones were taken care of by one of Corlonni’s men. Giulia actually didn’t know what happened to them. She assumed they were killed. She honestly didn’t care. She cleaned up the ones she kept, giving them makeovers, feeding them proper food, dressing them in nice clothes, until they looked a part of their former selves. From there, she became very strict with the women who came here. She put our orders that she wanted no more hookers off the street. No more druggies. No more criminals. Those were the types of women who usually fell prey to human trafficking, but they were all riff raff. Sh

Third Person POV“Leave,” Giulia said. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing and she couldn’t stand to look at Sasha’s smug face for one more moment.A genius? A biochemist?Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.Giulia called for the security guard and grabbed Sasha by the elbows. Sasha was laughing and shaking her head. Giulia was riddled with rage.Once the door had closed, Giulia slumped down in her chair at her desk. She would have someone’s head for this. Whoever had told her that Sasha was a janitor would pay.It all started to make sense now. Sasha lived in a small apartment because she was only in the city for a couple of months. The debt she had was probably from student loans. Giulia couldn’t believe they’d fucked up so badly.If Sasha was, in fact, a genius as she claimed to be, then there was no way she would break the way the other women had. It would mean that Sasha was smarter than Giulia. Sasha would find a way out of here, and when she did, she’d go straight to the authorities.Inhali