All Chapters of A TWENTY SOMETHING : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

BASH "What the hell are you two doing?" The door, barely hanging onto its last hinge, finally gave up and crashed to the floor with a loud bang. Luna flinched, pressing her palms tightly over her ears as her body trembled in my arms. Great. Just great. As if kidnapping his rival's daughter wasn't bad enough, Sandro had developed a possessiveness for her. Trust him to complicate an already brewing war. His expression softened when his gaze landed on the shaking girl. "Luna," he whispered gently, "are you alright?" "Don't scream at me!" she snapped, her voice raw with defiance. Sandro blinked, stunned by her outburst as she stomped out of the room. "I didn't scream at her," he muttered, genuinely perplexed. "You did before," I reminded him. "That girl has an angry father at home, Sandro. She might not respond well to your yelling." He frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?" Sandro couldn't understand. My father

HANA "Baby, you love, Pasta. It's our food. Remember?" Celia shook her head, crossing her hands across her chest. "I hate Pasta. I never want to see that again or smell that." The next second, Alexander ordered the waiter to take the plate away from our table. He was so sure she would like the Pasta. I asked him to wait until Celia came out from the washroom. But he ordered it, saying he knows her wife well. "I hate everything I used to like. This baby is changing me. He is dancing again. See," she took Alexander's hand in hers and placed it on her belly for the second time. "She is dancing," Alexander beamed. "He wants a girl and she wants a boy," Bash whispered in my ears. A married couple used to scare me before. But Celia and Alexander are everything we are, if not much more. Bash held my hand in his gently, kissing my knuckles. "Can we take this food for Luna? And to Matias? This is so delicious. She might like it."

HANA It has been two months since we sent Mateo and Luna away. Even I have no idea where Alexander hid them. No one knows. He says it is for their own safety. Sandro has started to lose his mind. There were tensions in the outfit. The supplies to Elio's territories have stopped coming. Distributors are worried because Elio is losing power. Bash started avoiding his calls. Elio almost came home last week. Sandro interfered, and they met at his house instead. I rarely stepped out of our home these two months. Even if I did, Dion and his team would follow me everywhere. I don't what information Luna has given about her father. Sandro started to attack his clubs, his brothels, and the restaurants he owned. Bash tells me Sandro has no reason for going against Colton except for Matias's attempted kidnap. But he is somehow taking this who takes down Matrix to a different level. The Matrix organisation's main business is human trafficking. They can make cash with the deadbod

BASH The tension in the room was palpable. Colton stood across from me, a smug grin playing on his lips as he held Hana captive. Her eyes met mine, filled with a mix of fear and determination. I looked for any visible wounds on her body. I swear if he touched her, I'd make Colton's death ten times more painful. I'll do the same even if he doesn't touch her. Hana looked terrified. Her eyes filled with unshed tears find mine. She would have pressed her knuckles to her eyes if her hands weren't tied. That must have hurt. She has no pain threshold when it comes to physical wounds. Emotionally, she fought many battles. Her wrists will have marks from that rope and I imagined choking Colton's neck with the same. Her eyes zeroed on my clenched fists and she shook her head. She is trying to be brave —For me. She is asking me not to lose my patience. "Finally." Colton opened his filthy mouth, "The son of Xavier and Rose. We had a history we need to settle." I unclenched my

HANA || THREE MONTHS LATER "Are you fucking someone else?" Bash gasped, turning around. "Jeez, babe. What are you doing up so late?" It is almost one o clock in the night. According to my fiance, it is the ideal time to come home. At first, I didn't give it much thought. There are a lot of things to take care of with Sandro taking over and Bash cleaning the mess Elio left in his export and import businesses. It has been three months since I almost lost my life. For the first few weeks, Bash didn't leave my side. He nursed me back to health, accompanied me to the hospitals, and made sure I had a perfect diet and sleep. Once he started going to work, he seemed distant. I thought he was busy. I thought he was feeling guilty for what happened. I can understand how his mind works. He is fiercely protective of me. He thinks he failed me. Still, that doesn't explain the growing distance between us. I took a threatening step forward. "Are you fucking someone else? Are you