Semua Bab Truly Yours: Bab 61 - Bab 70

ANTONIO'S POVSitting on the plane waiting to arrive home to my kids, I miss them, especially my princess. I'll admit I really wanted her to come with me to Mexico, but I had mafia business, and she didn't know about it, which is why I didn't take her with me.But when I called Dante and he explained everything, I immediately called my pilot and told him to get the jet ready.I was pacing the whole time thinking the worst. What if something happened to her? What if she's hurt? What if someone got to her? All horrible possible scenarios ran through my head at an uncontrollable speed.True, I was supposed to come home today but not until the evening, but seeing the circumstances, I'd drop everything for my princess.My leg bounced up and down the entire way, and I had a glass of whisky in one hand and a cigarette in the other. I took a long sip and enjoyed the burning feeling it brought.I brought the cigarette to my mouth and took a long drag. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes a

Jessica's POVAfter I calmed down, I went over to my bed and sat down. I couldn't help but let the tears fall as I thought about what happened again.I took out my phone and dialed his number. He picked up on the first ring and I could hear the worry in his voice."Are you okay, my flower?"I sniffed and wiped my tears with the back of my hand."I-I'm fine, c-can you pick me u-up?" I asked with a slight shake in my voice."I'll be right there." And with that, he hung up.While I waited I picked out a book from my bookshelf and started reading it. Yet I couldn't concentrate on the words.His actions kept repeating in my head like a broken record. As far as I know, I didn't do anything, so what's happening?A few minutes later, I heard my phone buzz. It was him, Dante, telling me that he's outside. I got out of my room and started making my way downstairs.I didn't bother letting him know, cause why would I? He doesn't want to see me, and he hates me. He can't stand the sight of me, so

Dante'S POVBlow after blow, hit after hit, punch after punch, yet I couldn't get enough. My blood was still boiling; instead of getting my emotions out, I felt more mad.The arsehole in front is bloodied and is missing a couple of fingers, yet I wasn't satisfied. Remembering when my sister felt pain from that piece of shit had me going at him again.I took my favourite knife from the table beside me and examined it. It was small but sharp – too sharp. I walked towards him slowly and stood in front of him.I looked at the middle finger tattoo on his forehead and smirked. I brought the knife closer to his head and started cutting the skin off.Soon enough the tattoo on his forehead was gone along with the skin. His screaming was muffled by the cloth in his mouth.His screams are music to my ears, not only his but anyone I torture. It satisfied me.I was about to cut his hand off when the cell door slammed open. I looked over my shoulder, annoyed, but respect filled me when I saw who wa

Grandpa looked between me and Xavi for a couple of minutes and then looked away. I don't know what's going on inside his head, but he looked angry and deep in thought.I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. I sat back down beside Gabriel and took the chocolate bar in his hand.He looked offended, but I dismissively waved my hand."Okay, so what do we want to watch?" Narciso asked and started flipping through movies on Netflix."How about horror?" Pedro suggested, not looking bothered at all."No, Jess will get nightmares," Gabriel said and looked at me.I looked back at him blankly and simply replied, "Your face gives me nightmares."Some people choked, and some tried to hold their laughs in. Yet some didn't."Yooo, you just get burnt, man." Kenny and Sanchez yelled and started laughing loudly while clapping Gabriel's back.Jonathan was trying to hold his laugh in and put his fist over his mouth."Well, that was rude." Gabriel looked at me with a fake hurt expression, and I faked i

Jessica's POVEveryone is sitting at the dining table quietly. Not a sound was coming from anyone, and it was awkward. Hell, you can't even hear her breathing from how thick the tension is.I'm quietly eating my chocolate waffles when someone clears their throat. I didn't look up but instead took a bite.Someone cleared their throat again, and this time I knew who it was.I chewed and gulped down the bite and very slowly looked up. My eyes made contact with his cold, empty, familiar ones.We continued on looking at each other, the both of us looking at the other blankly and coldly. No one intervened between us. Everyone knew that there was tension between us, but no one knew why; heck, even I don't know.He slightly narrowed his eyes suspiciously at me, and I did the same. He clenched his jaw and went to say something when someone else spoke."Okay, let's talk."I glanced at my uncle and looked at him, waiting for him to start talking.He sighed and started. "I know that we were suppo