Todos os capítulos de Desire And Revenge : Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

Isabella POVMy father kept staring at the ground. “I know this is awkward and I’m not trying to make it that way because you usually talk to your mother about these sorts of things, which makes it easier for both of us but if you’ve really fallen in love with someone, maybe you should trust your instincts and bring her to ud.”“What do you mean?”“You’re a smart girl.....woman.” He closed his eyes for a moment as he corrected himself.“You have high standards for all thing and I don’t know this man or what it is about him that you don’t like, but when it comes to love, you don’t have to like everything about him.”If only my father knew the truth, we wouldn’t be having this conversation..“There were a lot of things your mother didn’t like about me when we finally met but she still loved me.”My father’s crimes were petty compared to Dante. “I just want you to be happy but when you’re with Damian, you don’t seem happy…”The only time I came close to that sense of joy was when Dante lo

Dante POVThe moment we touched down at the rendezvous point, everything moved fast ..The medics were already waiting, rushing forward the second the chopper blades slowed and they pulled Mike out immediately as they loaded him onto a stretcher and disappeared down the corridor toward the operating room.We didn’t have a large medical unitnjust a tight, highly trained team built for moments exactly like this.I didn’t follow, instead I dropped into one of the hard chairs lining the hallway, the weight of everything crashing down on me all at once.Dirt clung to my clothes and his blood stained my hands and arms. My shotgun still hung over my shoulder, forgotten, it was like I hadn’t fully stepped out of the battlefield yet.I dragged both hands down my face, exhaling slowly, trying to steady myself, soon my phone buzzed and it was Rex. “I just got the update,” he said the second I answered. “Mike’s been hit?”“Yeah.” My voice came out rougher than I expected. “He was shanked deep, at

Dante POVThis was my job, how I supported the lifestyle I enjoyed. I got off on killing too, whether it was with my bare hands or a gun. “I’m with you now.” I carried her down the hall and into the bedroom and I set her on the bed then slipped off her heels before I pulled the thong down her long legs.I kept her bra on, liking the lace against her dark skin and I kept my eyes glued to hers as I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped my jeans.Layer after layer came off until I stood in just my skin. My cock was anxious and hard from not visiting her pussy in so long.I dragged her ass to the edge of the bed and pressed my crown into her entrance, feeling her lips fight my size initially.Her hands locked around my wrists, and she breathed as she felt me enter her.The first thing I wanted to do now that I was home was make love to my baby. I didn’t want to talk or cuddle. I felt more connected to her like this, when my fat dick was surrounded by her wet arousal. I pushed inside un

Isabella POVQThis was really happening. I was going to introduce my father to the man I loved.Dante is our family enemy and I didn’t expect this to go well. I could handle a tense and angry meeting. I just hoped bullets wouldn’t be flying, along with death threats and I hoped my father would be calm enough to be objective about the situation.He’d said he wanted me to be with a powerful man. Technically, Dante filled that criteria. He was the strongest man I’d ever met rven my father wasn’t bulletproof.We left Rome that morning, driving in his truck. It was a long journey to the south of the country, and since there wasn’t anything to say, we would spend most of it in silence.We were both thinking the exact same thing, but there were no further comments to be made.It was a testament to his love for me that he was willing to do this but I couldn’t wrap my mind around what was coming next. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked an hour into the drive.“Yes.” I couldn’t live m

Isabella POV“I’m going to get him now…” I rose out of my chair. “No violence just talking please.”I turned my back on them and walked out of the room. The second I crossed the threshold, I heard their whispers.I walked out to the truck and approached the driver’s door, tears streaming.down my face.Dante opened the door and stepped out, his eyes narrowing in sadness when he saw my suffering. His eyes softened, and he cupped my face with both hands before he kissed my tears away. “I’ll do my best, baby.” He pulled the handcuffs out and handed me a shotgun. “What’s this for?”“Aim the gun at me when I walk in there then hand it to them when you handcuff me.”“No...”“Just do it. If it’s as bad as you’re making it out to be…that’s what we need to do.”I took the shotgun, feeling the weight in my hands. He walked in front of me, the handcuffs in his back pocket. He stayed in front of me and walked into the house. “To the right.” I guided him through the house until we reached the dinin