Semua Bab The Don's Property: Bab 91 - Bab 100

His words reverberate in my ears as I watch Agent Vance’s back disappear between the aisle. I keep telling myself I’m waiting to gather more evidence, but I don’t know how long I’ll be able to lie to myself. The next moment, Nero exits the other aisle in the opposite direction that Vance leaves, startling me. I close my eyes briefly to catch my breath before forcing a smile on her face. Nero’s eyes zero on me as if he can see through me, see that I’m about to stab him in the back even though he’s doing this for me. Why can’t he just stay the monster that I believe him to be. Why? “Are you okay?” he examines me. “You look pale.” “Yeah I’m fine. The AC is just too much,” I lie. “Are you done?” If he notices that I’m trying to change the topic, he doesn’t point it out. “Yes.” In minutes, we are already out of the store. I stare at the back of his head as he loads what we bought into the trunk. My hand itches to reach for my phone and dial the feds, but my chest feels warm w

ELARA POV I’m still shaking minutes after Renzo ushered Vivienne and me into the car.Vivienne takes the passenger seat while I’m huddled in the back, my nerves fraying at the edges. My brain won't stop screaming with the image of the burner phone buried deep in my wardrobe flashing like a neon warning sign. I chew my lower lip until I taste copper. I didn’t send it. I intended to, I held the button, but I never followed through. Or did I? Was I so drunk I blacked out the most important decision of my life?How did the FBI arrest him if I never gave them the tip? What the fuck is going on?Guilt and fear, like twin blades, tighten around my chest until the ache becomes a physical throb. I shouldn’t feel this way even if I did send it, he deserved it, but the worry for him is a sickness in my gut. Why do I feel so guilty for a betrayal I’m sure I didn’t commit?Why is my heart beating way fast? why can’t I catch my breath? Why can’t I calm my nerves? Why does it seem like a heavy, met

ELARA POVThe moment I hear this, my heart drops into my stomach so hard the pain reverberates through my ribs, and I feel the blood drain from my face. I jump to my feet, racing out of the dining room like my heels are on fire.I pace down the hallway so fast I can hear the rapid slap of my slippers on the marble floor, right until I slam the bedroom door shut behind me. I slump against the wood before sliding down to the floor.He will kill me. No, he will do worse things than kill me. He won’t want to hear what I have to say like everyone else. Even if he believes that I didn’t send the picture at the last minute, he will still punish me for daring to try to rat him out to the Feds.A sense of relief settles in knowing that he didn’t spend more than a day in jail, but a cold dread tightens around my lower abdomen. I’m heaving, and the thud of my heart echoes in my ears like a frantic fire alarm. Over the consequences of my action.Oh my god. Oh my god.The door suddenly opens and I

Nero POVI kiss Elara passionately, letting the action communicate what I won’t allow myself to say. All this started with a simple kidnapping, and the daughter of a traitor has become so much more. She has become everything.And god do I desperately want her to feel a quarter of what I feel too as unconventional as it is.I finally break away, fighting the overwhelming urge to keep devouring her. Her sage green eyes are dazzling, blinking up at me with a twinkle I want to capture and keep forever.I scoop her into my arms and she releases a soft “oh,” relaxing against my chest. A smirk touches my lips. Good. She doesn’t tense up in my presence anymore. I don’t want her to fear the monster. I want her to love him.Carrying her across the office to the hidden door leading to my bedroom, I push it open and head straight for the en-suite. “I didn’t know that was there,” Elara murmurs against my neck, and I just hum in response. Inside the bathroom, I set her on her feet and star

NERO POVI carry the marks of two people under my skin. Donna Nera, my step mother, who bought my soul for the price of a warm meal, and Felix, the man she hired to mold my soul into something useful.I was twelve when she found me at the East End gutters, and gave me a gun to take a life. Not out of pure intent to save the fragile boy with a perverted homeless man on his tail. No. She intended to raise a machine gun, which she did. Thanks to her lapdog, Felix, who instead of letting me burn from the inside out, taught me I could just let people burn or better still, I could burn the world. And all that came with vigorous, inhumane training no twelve-year old should go through. I wasn’t raised to be a leader, I was raised to be a shield, my place was supposed to be in the shadow, a silent protector standing two paces behind the Moretti’s throne. But Marco was too dim-witted and cowardly, the only way they could revive the dead Moretti family was to put me on the throne, which