Semua Bab Forbidden Lust: Bab 111 - Bab 120

111RaffaelMaybe if I pushed my body hard enough, my mind would stop circling back to Emilia and finally give in and rest.“One more mile?” I muttered, glancing at Ronan. He didn’t respond, only increased his pace until he was jogging beside me, matching my stride effortlessly.Behind us, my men groaned and murmured in Italian, their complaints carried by the cold morning air.For a moment, I almost felt sorry for them, but I pushed the feeling aside. It was easier to frame the recent morning drills as discipline and bonding, rather than admit I was dragging them through my personal war.“Left, right, front,” Ronan barked, his voice sharp and controlled.Instantly, they fell into formation, splitting off with precision as we approached narrower paths.Their movements were clean, automatic. It was the kind of order I craved, the kind my mind refused to give me.We continued in silence, the steady rhythm of our footsteps filling the space between us. I caught the subtle clench of Ronan

113RaffaelOf course, life wasn’t the same.But it went on slowly, deliberate, and cruel enough to make sure I felt every second of it.“fuck,” I cussed as I tossed for the thousandth time. The sheets were a tangled mess around my legs, sticking to my skin in a way that made my blood itch.It was still pitch black outside and to my annoyance, only three minutes had passed since I last checked the time.It was still only three minutes after midnight, marking the start of exactly one week since I decided to stay away from Emilia, a decision that felt more like a slow suicide than a noble sacrifice.It was probably best for the both of us, but my body didn't give a damn about logic or her amnesia.It only knew the familiar ache of wanting a woman who now looked at me like a stranger.The friction of my boxers against my cock was becoming unbearable, demanding attention until I finally gave in, shoving the fabric down past my hips.My hand wrapped around my dick, the contact sending a jo

115RaffaelIs the universe finally trying to redeem itself in my eyes, and I’m just brushing it off like it means nothing? Or am I too far gone to recognize mercy when it stands right in front of me?“What did you say?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended, as all attention shifted to Emilia.“I want to come with you,” she repeated, her gaze locked onto mine, unwavering, unblinking… certain.First, she shows up at my house.Now she wants to follow me?Nora stepped forward, reaching for her, trying to guide her away gently, but Emilia slapped her hands off with a sharp, impatient force.“Emi, it’s probably the medication—"“No.” Emilia cut her off, her tone slicing clean through the noise. “Every single thing you people have said to me has been a lie.”She turned toward the crowd, and I followed her line of sight until it landed on Enzo. Her finger pointed at him, trembling slightly. Tears welled in her eyes, but I didn’t move. The last thing I wanted was to be the one that pushe

117EmiliaLately, I’ve been discovering something deeply inconvenient.Helplessness.Because what can any man actually do when the woman carrying his child is standing in the middle of a room, gun to her head, demanding answers.“Emilia—”I stepped forward on instinct, but she moved back just as quickly, her hand shooting up between us in warning.I couldn’t even begin to understand where she had gotten it. I had hidden everything from the knives, guns to anything remotely sharp. And yet… she still found a way.“Tell me, Raffaele.”Her voice had cracked on my name, and she wiped at her face like she was more annoyed by the tears than consumed by them.I exhaled slowly, already regretting every word that had led us here.“Baby, I need you to calm down—” I started, keeping my voice low and measured, like I wasn’t one sentence away from making things worse.The click of the gun cut me off immediately and For a split second, I saw my Tempesta and then it slipped just as quickly. Her hand

119RaffaelWe killed an influential don, the only living heir to the Spanish mafia.Of course, nothing was ever going to be okay after that.“More syrup, Raffy?” Emilia asked, her voice light, almost teasing.I nodded, a small smile tugging at my lips as she poured far more than necessary over my pancake. Apparently, it wasn’t fair that she was the only one getting fat.Her logic made no sense, but I didn’t argue, I never did when she sounded like that.I watched her as she hummed softly, moving toward Enzo and Nora with the same careless warmth. She drizzled syrup onto their plates too, oblivious to the way they stared at her like they’d seen a ghost.She was happy.And I’d kill anyone who tried to take that away from her, especially anyone stupid enough to come looking for Adrian’s revenge.“Fuck, I need to go pee,” she sighed, dropping the bottle of syrup without a second thought as she waddled toward the bathroom.I watched her go, slow and careful, like she was still getting use