Todos os capítulos de Desire And Revenge : Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

Isabella POV“Isabella.” My father shouted as he flashed me a terrifying look, one I’d never seen before.“Back off.” He shouted again as followed Dante all the way to the door, the gun still trained on him.Dante stepped outside to the roundabout, his feet crunching on the gravel. He turned around and looked at me, silently asking if I was coming with him and I shook my head slightly, my eyes still wet.“Let me know when you want me to pick you up.” He turned around again and walked to the truck, his body vulnerable to two bullets in his back. He got in the driver’s seat, started the truck, and then pulled onto the road.My father finally dropped the gun but stared down the road until Dante truck was completely gone from sight then he turned to me, giving me a searing look packed with so much disappointment it was painful, It was like he hated me.Soon my uncle left and my father went upstairs to talk to my mother. I sat at the dining table, exactly where Dante had been sitting few m

Isabella POV“I don’t want that either,” I said. “I told him that we needed to make this work, that I need you guys to accept him. He didn’t want to do it at first, he said it was hopeless and I was unrealistic to expect that you would ever give him a fair chance but he agreed to try because it was so important to me.”“Sweetheart, you mean the world to us. We’ll do anything to make you happy but we also can’t lie about the way we feel about the situation. I know you love him… I saw it in your painting."“But could you keep an open mind?” I asked. “Could you at least try? That’s all I’m asking, try to accept this man and see him the way I see him. He’s willing to do that for you, because he loves me. I need you to do it too…for me.”Mom looked at Dad and I could tell Dad felt her stare on the side of his face, but he kept his gaze on mine. “I don’t trust him, bella. This could be a stunt to take out all the Conti for good.”“It’s not,” I said confidently.“If so, why does he go by the

Dante POVWe all stood together, tensions stretching and escalating. Isabella finally broke it. “I’ll see you soon.” She hugged her mother first, her chin moving to her shoulder.Her mother held the back of her head as she squeezed her. “Love you, sweetheart.”“Love you too, Mama.”Her mother kissed her on the forehead before she let her go. Isabella moved to her father next and rested her face against his chest.Conti was the same height as I was, and despite his older age, he still had impressive musculature. He kept busy at the winery, lifting things and constantly moving. He must lift weights too in order to get that kind of definition. “I love you, Father,” she whispered against him. He kissed her on the forehead, his eyes closing. “I love you too, bella. So much…”He never showed a moment of vulnerability to me. He was cold like steel and sharp like a knife but now, he was just a man who loved his daughter.He showed me that weakness on purpose, to remind me that he loved her in

Dante POVIsabella was busy in her room during the day, painting. She’d been quiet lately, thinking about the conversation she’d had with her family and about the odds stacked against us.I’d been thinking about it too because Mr Conti obviously hated me no, he loathed me.If there were a stronger word for hate, that would perfectly describe the way he felt and I couldn’t blame him because I felt exactly the same way about him.That man took everything away from me and banished me to a life on the streets. He was directly responsible for turning me into the man I’d become. I had been inside his home with access to a gun, and I could have easily killed two Conti in two seconds but my hatred was masked underneath the love I had for his daughter. I loved her so much I was willing to ignore his disrespect and insults. I was willing to be handcuffed like a prisoner awaiting trial.I’d never put up with that bullshit for anyone else and the idea of spending the foreseeable future this way,

Dante POVHe grabbed the bottle and twisted off the cap. It was aged a hundred and thirty years, so it was bound to be smooth. He poured two glasses then set it down again, the bottle thudding against the coffee table.He grabbed his glass and took a drink, so I did the same. He stared at me some more, his expression hardening into a look of irritation.My features alone were enough to make the bile rise up his throat, I was sure. Despite his aggression and distaste, he never pulled his gaze away. “I’m not carrying anything, your men checked me.”He took another drink. “Nor am I.”I couldn’t stop myself from raising an eyebrow, surprised he would allow himself to be unarmed when we were alone together. He didn’t trust me, but I couldn’t think of a different explanation. Maybe he was trying to show respect to his daughter, but I didn’t think that was the reason either. He answered the unspoken question. “I don’t need a gun to kill you. My hands will suffice."I was much more muscular t