Semua Bab SINFULLY HIS : Bab 51 - Bab 59

ELENA I watched him lock the door after chasing Celine. I was going to get back at her for this betrayal. "What do you want?" I asked, walking to my bed, unsure of what to say to him. My anger was still simmering slowly but I didn't want to throttle him anymore or hit him or cry and slap him and all the messy things I wanted to do. "I want you." He walked towards me slowly, like he was walking to a wounded animal, scared that it would run away. "I don't want you," I lied, just like the Don had lied to him, if I believed his story, emphasis on 'if'. "I don't think so." He was now in front of me. "You wouldn't know what I think." I scoffed as he squatted to my eye level. Damn, this man was tall. He let his hand graze my cheek as he pulled my flushed face back to look at him. "I do." His voice was low. "I know you, Elena." He breathed my name out like he was holding on to it for his dear life. His hand traced my cheek down to my neck, his face inching closer. I knew what he was

ELENA I pulled the door open. The road to the kitchen couldn't have been more blocked. Closing it shut, barely avoiding the sound of the click, I breathed heavily against the door. On the other side of the door, across the room, the Don stood with a man. Talking. I saw the Don's face—how had he managed to look even older than he actually was? I peeled the door open an inch to look. The man he was talking to had his back to me, his shoulders broad and wide. He was quite tall. The back of his head was coated with strands of grey hair, some black at the ends. The Don started coughing violently and the other man patted him on his shoulders. Was that his brother? He seemed concerned. Oh, he killed his brother, damn. So who is that? After what seemed like a while, the Don hurried into his study. I stood perfectly still, watching from the sliver of space I had opened in my room door. If he caught me, I'd be dead meat. I was about to close my door when he came back out, this t

Rafael I sat gazing over documents like I'd been doing for the past three days. Except this time, I was barely grasping the numbers and letters that filled the papers. Three days I had worked, relying on only caffeine and sheer fucking luck. I shook my leg, waiting for the next round of complaints from my secretary. I found it quite surprising that just as the Don leaves for Nevada with his lackey, my company gets all kinds of complaints. The press release I made less than 12 hours ago on the position of the company in light of the leaking of highly confidential information still sat on my mind. The same information that caused the FBI to initiate a raid of the headquarters. It was a big blow to our reputation, and now investors were pulling out. A few were wise to hold on to us. We were suffering a loss. Great as it was, I didn't think it was something we wouldn't be able to come back from. There had been no other arbitrary complaints of leaked client information or any new with

Rafael I sat in my car, gripping the wheel like my life depended on it. I was about to reverse when I spotted a figure standing behind my car. Adalfieri. He rounded to the front and knocked on the passenger window. A smirk lined his lips as he waited. I wanted to continue on my way, drive away and leave him there. That wouldn't help any of us, especially not me. I needed answers, and this motherfucker could also be a good source. I clicked the button by my side, unlocking the door. "Good choice," he sang as he entered the car, settling into the seat. "What do you want?" I stared forward, not bothering to look at his smug face. "I thought you needed a reminder of the offer I made you." "What offer?" I feigned ignorance. I remembered. He wanted me to help him kill the don. If I ever did that, it would be of my own accord, for things I knew the don did wrong—not allying with some power-hungry bastard. "Don't tell me you've forgotten so soon?" He gasped dramatically, raking his e