All Chapters of The Don's Property: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ELARA POVThe diner is noisy, filled with the clatter of plates and normal people living normal lives. Mateo and I talk about everything and nothing. He’s trying hard to keep the conversation light, and I appreciate it.He told me they have been staying at Luca’s place and that Luca has been good to them. He even enrolled Mateo in an academy before the CSATs. Who knew Luca had that in him?I sigh, taking a sip of my milkshake. It’s been so long that I have been out like this in the open. Should I have asked to see my sister? Guilt trickles into my stomach. I haven’t even been thinking about her. What an awful sister I am, having weird feelings for my captor while she is still out of reach. And I’m still locked in here.“What about Elio?” I ask. “He’s good, He’s still very guilty and embarrassed to show his face,” he says. “I hope you find it in your heart to forgive him.”I scoff. “I don’t have any grudges against him.” I have bigger things to worry about than Elio. Nero didn’t tell

NERO POVThe gun in my hand raises toward the door faster than I can peel my eyelids open when I hear the creak of my door.My hand falters on the trigger when I see Elara in the doorway, looking like a deer caught in headlights.“I could have shot you,” I hiss through my teeth.“Sorry.” She bites her bottom lip then shifts on her feet as if she doesn’t know what to do with herself.My eyes drag over her flimsy green nightwear that barely reaches her mid-thigh. It’s sheer enough that I can see the smooth pale skin beneath, the dark press of her nipples, and the matching dotted thong.Fuck. My cock twitches in my pants, loving what he sees. Is she here to tempt me? Desperate for me to bend her over and finally take what I want?“Did you walk down the hallway looking like this?” A few of my men live in the building and I would hate for them to see her like this. Because I’d have to gouge out their eyes.“No one saw me,” she says.My shoulders relax. At least I know I don’t have to murde

ELARA POVNero goes out for a bit, so I use the opportunity to snoop around his office. I’m careful to not get caught as I slip inside, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I don't have much time so I grab the leather-bound ledger on his desk and flip it open. It lists payoffs to judges, cops, port authorities. I snap three blurry photos, my hands shaking so hard I almost drop the phone. I’ll probably need more, but this is a start. I can’t also stop the guilt wrapping around my stomach painfully like a noose.Now, I’m seated on the edge of the bed, my finger hesitating on the button that would send what I got to agent Vance when the door flies open. I quickly slide the phone beneath me, panicked.Nero walks in, his eyes narrowed. He’s in casual black jeans paired with a black shirt. Still the depressing color, but at least it isn’t one of his suffocating suits that makes him look untouchable and scary.“When did you get back?” I say, my voice trembling a little. Go

ELARA POVA few minutes later, Nero and the other man appear from the hallway. I jolt to my feet, unintentionally startling a sleeping Vivienne awake.“What did you tell him?”“That you will know soon,” the man says with a small smile.“Nero.” I call out with a frown.He just shrugs. “You heard him.”“Fine, I’ll just ask him myself.” I try to push past them, but a strong arm bars my path before I can take two steps.“Dr. Kabir is currently in a twelve-hour surgery,” Nero says.“I will wait for him then.” I backpedal, lowering myself into the lobby chair. My best friend yawns beside me, linking her arm through mine.“It’s going to drop to fifteen degrees. You’ll freeze,” Nero warns.I look away, hugging myself. I can already feel the chill seeping into my bones, but I refuse to acknowledge it.&l

ELARA POVJust as Vivienne predicted, Nero and Renzo barge in seconds later, ready to take down the threats that caused the scream.“Told you.” She giggles beside me.Nero scans the empty room while Renzo runs a hand through his brown hair when he realizes this is just another one of Vivienne’s ploys. “Not funny, Tesoro.”Renzo runs his fingers through his brown hair when he realizes this is one of Vivienne’s ploys. “Not funny, Tesoro.”“Oh, it is.” Vivienne doubles down on her laughter, falling back onto the pillows.My gaze sheepishly darts to Nero. He isn’t laughing. He’s rocking a scowl dark enough to blot out the sun, which only makes bubbles of laughter trip past my lips. “It definitely is.”“Come on,” Renzo hisses softly, gaze turned toward me. “Don’t tell me she’s already corrupting you?”Vivi