A failure—that was what he meant. Anger fuelled in me and I rammed the handles again. Another of his finger split, blood painting my dark boots. Before I could speak again, the sound of something smashing against the floor echoed from the hall. I jerked my head to Dom, and he dashed out of the room
No answer. The room heated. The brunet extended his hand toward the cigar cabinet, only to grab a cleaver, its blade rectangle, broad and sharp. Before I could process anything, he slashed the blade over Uncle’s arm. Val jerked behind me, her hold on my shoulders tightening. Uncle’s shriek was lou
BELLA It was Gael who answered the intercom. “Adonis Vitale.” He knew it was me. Abigail had told him I would come. “I need to speak to your sister,” I said, trying to keep my calm, but I was feeling anything but. “I’m sorry. I can’t let you do that.” “Are you fucking serious right now?” I gritt
“No, I’m sorry for reacting the way I did. I was feeling sorry for him, but he’s earned every fucking bit of it.” She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. “What will you do with him now?” “We got the locations of some of the warehouses and my men are already on their way. We’ll try to s
ADONIS “His wounds will take some time to heal,” were the first words I heard as I opened my eyes. There was a shrill pain pressing down my stomach that made me groan. “Oh, thank fuck.” Dom rushed to my side, seeing me pulling myself up. The sound of gunshots rewound in my mind and then a picture
“You found yourself an ass?” Orazio almost threw his phone at Dom’s face at the remark, but shook his head instead. “About Abi.” My jaw twitched because I knew exactly where Orazio was going with this. He was a hypocrite. He had been the same around Leona, even though his interference on that matt
BELLA One week. That was how long it had been since the attack. That was also how long I had kept away from Adonis. Good, that he couldn’t do anything about it. Bedridden and all. I had tried to keep the texting to the minimum as well, but it was hard to do with his name popping up on my cell ever
There wasn’t much furniture around, which made the room look even bigger. I walked toward the recliner near the window and stared at the magazines lying on the stool. They were all business magazines, different publishers, but with the same man on the cover. An old man with a tall and broad frame, w