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2025-04-18 21:44:02
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Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation To Pretty To Be True
SARIAN I ate just a little and tried to force myself back to sleep but it was useless.The silence was overwhelming but now I felt something tight and sharp like blood in my veins. Pain coiled beneath my ribs as I sat up straight in the enormous bed but I chose to ignore it. As soon as I heard the soft sound of heels coming down the hall everything in me tensed and I wondered what was going on. The door opened with a creak. And then she entered. Allegra. She was still alive?She even looked almost flawless. A silk robe smooth and cream in color clings to her body like it would on the cover of a magazine. Her lip was delicately split and her hair was a little disheveled. Her cheekbone had one bruise which was light enough to appear unintentional but dark enough to be noticeable. When she saw me she stopped in her tracks like she had seen my ghost. She opened her eyes wide and either real or practiced tears sparkled in them. “Oh, thank God,” she exhaled as she rushed ahead. “You
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-18Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation My Father's Other Life
SARIANI still get sharp pain from my side wound when I move too quickly. But I was sick and tired of lying in bed feeling like a bird in a cage with too many questions and no answers. I flung my legs over the bed and decided to take a walk. Outside my room, the hallway was deserted. It was awfully quiet outside and it looked luxurious and it had soft lighting and polished floors. Whatever you want to call it this mansion—or fortress— was simply too ideal. The floors were too tidy and it appeared to be concealing something beneath the surface. I have no idea how long I have been here. But here, time moves in a different way. I was supposed to hate Don Julio who thought I was his. Sometimes I did.On other occasions though I remember how his voice broke when he believed I was going to die. Once when he brushed his hand over mine it trembled. I was really scared of him but I had to put up a brave front.And for some reason I couldn't help but be drawn to him. A set of dark double do
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-18Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation Dance Of Bullet
DON JULIO I had told Sarian that I was going shopping for her and she had stupidly believed. She was so naive and seemed to believe what I told her.Despite being weak and exhausted she smiled while lying in her hospital bed broken and bandaged but still gorgeous. Allegra sat next to her acting as though she had been shot instead.She had been shedding crocodile tears and it was the least of my concern. Allegra had tried to hug me but I had declined, telling her that I was in a hurry. I knew what would follow next, she might start shedding those stupid tears again.One of my men opened the car's door as I stepped out, the cool wind slapping my face and the night had no moon. I love nights like this. I stepped into the car as it shut quietly. Allegra wanted me to stay back though she didn't know where I was going and she had sent me a message which I didn't even read.. This evening, I was serving as both the judge and the exec
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-19Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation Etch My Name In Blood
DON JULIO My boots were still wet from the blood. I didn't give a damn. I hoped they would see it and it could make them know who is boss. Let it reveal my identity to them. “Third floor.” Matteo muttered just loud enough for the other people to hear. “They recently brought on new recruits. Fresh meat. Abraham's nephew is also here with them.”I did not blink as I stared at my gun.“You sure?” He gave a small nod. “They've spent the entire evening in celebration. Apparently they believe you are too weak to strike back.”“Weak.” I nearly burst out laughing. Slowly I adjusted my cuffs. “ Let's join them to celebrate.”Matteo nodded.“We entered through the rear door. Keep it quiet and strike.” I said to the rest of my men who nodded.Bass continued to thud from the club upstairs as we passed a hallway, voices rose and fell with laughter .The sound of glasses clinking and a young woman giggling.
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-19Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation Treason Has A Face
DON JULIO The car drove speedily until we got to the hideout. I was quite sure that journalists could have flocked to the burning clubhouse.The silence in the hiding place was piercing as if nobody lived there. We were just back from the clubhouse and I needed to sort some very important things out. I was supposed to feel victorious but anger surged through me and I kept clenching and unclenching my fist as I walked into the hideout. I knew already but I kept it to myself. I knew that someone had told The Blood Vultures about our plans, and knew it even before we got to the club. The Blood Vultures were prepared but my men moved quickly and cleanly, they were too prepared. How could a rat have given them that information and I also hated rats and the worst part was that it was one of the family. I caught a glimpse of him. Pablo. Younger than most and more muscular. I had taken him in when he lost his family and when the flames i
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-20Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation Even If It Means More Life
DON JULIO Sarian had broken down in tears and ran out immediately she saw my men dragged Pablo's body away. She was crying but not too loud, she was the exact opposite of Allegra who made a big deal out of everything. Sarian wept quietly and her tears, like they were embarrassed to be seen, slid down her cheeks as if they had no right to be there. However I did see them. I always see what I need to see. Her eyes were red but defiant and she sat on the far end of the couch with her fingers twisted in her lap. Throughout the execution she didn't flinch. Even though I didn't touch or speak to her,the aftershocks were now making her tremble. If Sarian had cried, I wondered what Allegra would do. I pulled my black shirt over my head as soon as I entered the bedroom. There was blood on the sleeve. Not all of it had even dried yet. “He’s the reason you're crying?” I asked as I approached where she sat. “You are just wasting your tear
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-20Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation Trust Me, I Kill Better
DON JULIO We set out shortly before dawn. The strange drowsy blue that hung over Calcutta's skies gave the impression that everything we could find would be the opposite of what I expected but I had gone through Federico's journal and just wanted to be sure. In slow motion, the town was beginning to wake and the roads continued to stretch before us.My SUV was like a blade slicing through the fog. Spreading my legs and flicking the edge of my silver lighter with my thumb I sat in the back. Fire. A snap. Fire. I had the silver lighter since I was sixteen .I was steadied by the rhythm. Sarian sat across from me looking out the window as if she wanted to punch it open and jump out but I knew she couldn't date, her hand was bruised and covered in bandages. Once in a while she had steal hateful glances at me and I had smirked back.“It isn't very gentlemanly to force injured women to your expeditions.” she said without turning, her voice dry.
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-21Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation Love Wasn't In His Dictionary
SARIAN It wasn’t just the shock of Allegra’s body never being found or the fact that she had betrayed Don Julio, she and Pablo, It wasn’t even the way Don Julio acted as if it were just another day. No. It was the fact that I didn't even know who this man is and I might never know who he is. He'd looked me in the eye after ordering his men to find her, and even though he claimed to be indifferent, I could see the flicker of something. Guilt? remorse? I couldn’t tell. And I hated that I couldn’t. The days that followed were a blur. After we left Calcutta, returning to Italy felt like stepping into a different world. Calcutta had been suffocating — sticky, dirty, full of the echoes of death and fear. I woke up every morning, thinking I heard a shot or something. Italy was cold, clinical and just a little better. The walls of his villa , the pristine marble bottoms, the silent hallways. It felt
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-21
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Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation The Devil's Heartbeat
DON JULIO The smell of blood was thick in the air briskly, metallic, suffocating. The last echo of gunfire had faded, but the chaos still fire my thoughts. It was freaking unexpected. I had had enough already and I swore to myself as I watched Valentina go down that when I find whoever is doing this, I would erase the names of his whole family from the earth. “ Valentina’s down! ” someone cried. My heart sank. I turned around immediately. Valentina was lying lifeless on the ground and Sarian was beside her, shaking her and begging her to wake up. Her dress and hands covered in Valentina's blood. Shit. This wasn't supposed to happen. My instincts had told me to tell Valentina to stay back at the hotel. Everything inside me snapped. My men redressed with fury. Shots erupted again, lighting up the night. Tires screamed. The masked men tried to escape, but they weren’t fast enough. We shot almost everyone of them down, no mercy. One tried to run into the alley — I refocused on hi
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation Her Name Was Valentina
SARIAN I could feel the pressure in the air the moment Valentina walked into the hotel room. I had woken up to find myself all alone and breakfast set and then a janitor in the hallway. I came out and there he was still moping out non existent dirt and I immediately knew who he was.Don Julio was back with her and Matteo and he had introduced us before, but I couldn't help but wonder what kind of woman she was. She was different — older than me and very friendly, but there was something about her that made me think she’d seen a lot, perhaps too much and had really suffered too. It wasn’t just her calmness, there was this confidence in her that made you believe she could handle anything. Over dinner, the atmosphere was reserved Don Julio was calm one minute and then, his usual sharp, calculating presence absent the next . It was as if he'd something on his mind that he wasn’t really focused on. Valentina, still sounded comfortable in her own skin, laughing loudly at times, m
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation Dead Men Leave Trails
DON JULIO Matteo arrived the next morning, in his usual stoic tone. He didn’t need to tell me of his presence. I saw him on the security footage before the door even opened. Always effective. Always quiet. He was one of the few in my gang that I could manage to trust if the word trust existed to me in the first place.He hadn't come with us because of personal reasons and things I had to do.Matteo was a professional; he never let his guard down, and he understood the assignment very well that when he came, he didn't let anyone follow him into the suite.I glanced over to where Sarian lay, a soft breath escaping her lips as she slept. My heart tensed with a strange emotion I didn’t want to show, let her enjoy a moment of peace for once. She was still recovering from everything, her body weak, her mind disoriented. But her spirit that was a different matter. And it was something I couldn’t help but respect. She was resilient and I loved women like that.I stood up immediately, makin
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation This Is Vengeance, Sasa
DON JULIO The wind in Sicily was warm, filled with the scent of citrus blooms.We had just arrived minutes ago and as I turned to look at Sarian, her eyes looked empty and she felt like she was lost in the crowd , like she had no place in the world. Maybe she was scared that we might get attacked again.The pilot gave me a nod as we stepped off the jet. “ safe-deposit box wharf. ”I returned it with a small cock of my head. “Grazie. ”But Sarian’s emotions were as unsteady as the weather's. Her eyes danced as they landed on me. I knew the look before she said a word. She folded her arms, her lips curving into a small smile. “ You don’t look like yourself today.”I raised a brow but said nothing.She glanced over my plain black shirt, sleeves rolled to my forearms, my tats flashing in the early morning sun and simple trousers. No tie. No cufflinks. No intimidating suits draped over my shoulders. They looked simple but if only she knew how much they cost.“ You look like someone who
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation Marked
SARIAN I felt it again — that unnoticeable prick on my skin, like it was very cold that morning but obviously it wasn't because I knew I wasn't alone.I had that feeling like eyes crawling over me.Watching. Waiting to strike and I didn't know what it was. My hand hung mid air as I reached for my coffee, and I glanced toward the hallway. Nothing. Just the soft, the family silence of the villa that I had grown used to.But I knew what I felt.Someone was here. I could feel it Or had been.“ Don Julio? ” I called out, forcing my voice to sound steady but it was shaky and laced with fear.His voice came from the room opposite, low and tensed, maybe he had also noticed it too.. “ Stay where you are. I’ll be there in a nanosecond. ” he said and I forced myself to take a sip of coffee that now felt like acid on my tongue.But I didn’t hear. I was stubborn , I was supposed to do as he said and stayed in the room and finished up my breakfast.My feet moved on their own as I crept toward the ha
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation Beneath Dead Eyes
SIMEON I couldn't breathe.I couldn't think that I had done it. Ended his life like it was that of a puppy.Damn. Some men had come in and dragged the bloodied body of Marco out and I couldn't watch. I turned to go, hoping he wouldn't nsg until I heard his voice again and I froze.“ Gabriela is off the table. The marriage plans with The Crows are no longer an option. It's now abolished.” Abraham said, his voice calm, measured. But his words. they were a slap to the face. “ It’s a misplaced cause. You’re not ready for that kind of responsibility. And I have come to.the conclusion that you are madly in love to concentrate.”His eyes were cold as he spoke, his eyes fluttering over to me like I was an abomination, like I didn't even count to be in the gang, like I was a castaway.For a moment, I stood there, glued to a spot. Rage surged through me and I felt this was really unnecessary. I gripped my fists so hard my knuckles turned so white, but I didn't say a word. His opinion of me wa
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation Baptism In Blood
SIMEON I could feel the weight of my father’s eyes as he listed off every mistake I had made. He was even smiling as he did so. I didn't know why but maybe because he got satisfaction from seeing me on my toes.One by one, his words sliced through the air, cutting me down until I was nothing further than a pile of failure in front of him." Federico's escape," he began, his voice low, cold. "That was your fault. You couldn't even keep an eye on him. And Don Julio? You suppose that injury was enough to prove yourself? Please." He waved his hand like he was fed up with my mere existence already. Everyone knew that Federico's escape wasn't my fault, I had given a suggestion which he had dismissed and the bastard had absconded.I stood there, still as gravestone, refusing to show him how harsh and cold those words hurt. He could say whatever he wanted. But, soon I would prove myself to him.Giuseppe was sitting in the corner, watching, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. I hated
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation A Throne Denied
SIMEON I had angrily walked out, to think about all that had happened and how to take over the gang after my father's death. I had been called back to the meeting hall.My father’s cold eyes were still burned into my memory, the slap still felt scratchy and painful on my face, the embarrassment I had suffered in front of the entire family hanging heavy on my shoulders.It wasn’t just that he looked at me like I was an orphaned rabbit. It was the look in his eyes when he did it. The disgust. The disappointment. Like I was nothing more than an embarrassment to him. I knew I was far from his perfect son, but damn it, I had worked hard for this moment. I’d given up everything, put in times of trust, learned every dark corner of this life just to prove to him I could handle it. But that wasn’t enough, was it? No, not for Abraham Moretti.He was a freaking perfectionist and wanted everything to be done following his freaking orders and hated suggestions from others, most especially me.
Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation Fix It, Or Fall
SIMEON Bang!I knew it was him even turning around to see him. The door shook on its hinges as the noise echoed around the roomSomething had happened and I knew that what was coming was just the usual. I shot my eyes, the weight of his presence alone suffocated the air.“ Simeon! ” The voice, cold, harsh and smelt of poison as it cut through the silence like a blade. There was no tenderness, no affection, just raw wrath and filled with huge disappointment.I remained still, not lifting my eyes, my arms folded across my broad chest not out of fear but preparing myself for what he was about to say because it won't be nice at all, but I could feel his gaze burning into me. I moved aside and let my hands fall as my fists gripped at my sides, nails digging into my palms almost drawing out blood. He'd that effect on me. He always did.“ Look at me when I’m speaking to you! ” he said, limping to the front, his fingers gripping his stick that I feared it might break.I did, reluctantly, my
