Semua Bab Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back: Bab 491 - Bab 500

Third Person POVSasha had never seen anything like the Bianchi estate before. Even as they approached it, a strange feeling washed over her.In the darkness, the massive iron gates swung open. Then the estate came into view, lit up from the inside, stretching for as far as she could see.“Where are we?” Sasha asked, stunned by the size and grandeur of the estate. She’d thought the Hernandez estate was large, but it paled in comparison to this estate.“This is Corloni Bianchi’s home,” Ava told Sasha.Wait a moment. She’d heard that name before.“Bianchi?” Sasha whispered. “As in…the mafia family? But isn’t that the family that Giulia works for?”A sense of dread washed over Sasha as she panicked. Had Ava betrayed her? Sasha had trusted her, but Ava was taking her to the home of the mafia boss.“It’s okay,” Ava said, sensing Sasha’s dread. “It’s complicated, but yes, it is the same family. I’ve known Corloni for a long time. You’ll be safe here.”“But what about Giulia?” Sasha asked.Av

Willow’s POVThe kids were all gathered in the living room with Logan when Adonis, Jay, and I got home. I was starting to show, so Luigi and I decided that it was time to tell the kids. With the ultrasound video in hand, we entered the living room.“What’s the big surprise?” Carl asked, sitting beside Mira.“I bet it’s a puppy,” Leo said with a sly smile.Leo had been asking for a puppy for a few weeks now, but given the fact that I was having twins, it wasn’t something we could take on at the moment.“It’s not a puppy,” I shook my head.“Then is it a plane?” Carl asked.Balking, I was taken aback. Sometimes I forgot the spoiled world these kids lived in. They were being raised in the lap of luxury, which I was happy about. But with that came some cons.Like the fact that they thought a ‘surprise’ could actually be our own private plane.“No,” I chuckled. “It’s not a plane. You know that most people don’t have their own planes, right?”“Daddy Luigi does,” Carl shrugged. “So I thought m

Third Person POVEnzo paced around the bedroom, the piece of paper in his hand.“Are you fucking me?” he snapped at his mother.Ava sat on the couch, biting her nails, forcing fake tears to come to her eyes.Sasha was stored safely away at Corloni’s. When she arrived home last night after dropping Sasha off, she’d gone to the bedside stand and read the piece of paper that Sasha had left.Smiling to herself, she nodded.The girl was clever, Ava had thought to herself. Then she’d replaced the paper and crawled into bed. She’d fallen asleep, knowing that Sasha was safe and that Luigi was going to be saved.The next morning, she’d gotten out of bed, and left her room, the piece of paper clutched in her hand. Taking a moment to ready herself, she paused at the top of the stairwell. Then, with a deep breath, she yelled out as loudly as she could.“Oh god, Enzo. Come quick!”She was surprised by the drama in her voice, and patted herself on the back. Enzo appeared at the bottom of the stairs,

Third Person POV“What are you talking about?” Beatrice whispered. Giulia’s mind was in full force. As she sat there, she was already putting together a manipulation tactic to lure Beatrice to Italy.Beatrice was a far cry from Sasah in the brains department, but if Giulia played this right, Beatrice could be a willing participant. Which alleviated a lot of stress and worry.If Giulia could convince Beatrice to go to Italy and make drugs for them, then Beatrice would be a puppet in her hands. And not to mention the fact that it would spare Giulia from having to find someone else, since time was of the essence.She needed to impress Corloni, and she needed to do it fast. She was growing weary of the brothel, and the girls were starting to test her patience. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could stand to be here. “It just so happens that a job has opened up. somewhere far away from here. And you might be a good fit,” Giulia said.Beatrice stared into Giulia’s one goo

Luigi’s POVI made my way down the cell corridor, anxious to get outside and work in the garden. I had to admit, it was one of the better jobs around. Some of the other jobs involved things like doing prison laundry, or washing dishes. Digging around in the dirt was actually quite pleasant.Plus it gave me something to do to pass the time.My last visit with Willow had gone so well, and I was still smiling from it. When she’d left that morning, I felt that she was happy. She was doing so much better, now that we were talking openly and honestly, even about the hard stuff.My heart had squeezed a bit as she told me the story about the children and the ultrasound. Of course, I wanted to be there. But I couldn’t focus on that. It had a way of dragging me down, thinking too much about what I was missing out on.Staying positive and looking forward were my only two goals.“Hernandez,” a guard said, nodding at me and then unlocking the door to the small prison garden. Stepping outside into t