All Chapters of Don Valentinos Farfalla And Heiress: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

He frowns, causing fine lines to appear on his otherwise flawless skin, and exhales with displeasure.“Worthy of bearing my name?” He grumbles, letting go of my chin, and he yanks at the wires by the steering wheel, killing the engine. “Where is this coming from, Ivy?” “From here,” I place my palm across my chest over my pounding heart. “And here.” Raising my hand, I tap my index finger on the side of my throbbing temple. “I want you to show me how to take control of a dangerous situation, how to suppress my fear, so it won't screw with my better judgement and how to fire a weapon, or at least throw a good punch.” I plead, shamelessly. Two burly men approach the car, and just by looking at them, you can tell they are Lorenzos’ comrades from his time spent in the New Zealand Army.Dressed in their combat gear, they stand out like sore thumbs without a care in the world, yet prepared to take on the world at the same time.Alessandro looks at them, and he holds up two fingers, gesturin

ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO.In the past, I have murdered.I have intimidated.I have brutalised, and I have been cold-blooded.And tonight, I'll do it all over again with a fucking smile on my face.I step into the hotel's basement, leaving Zeke and Milford at the door on guard duty. A certain face looks up at me, and my hands automatically curl into tight balls of fury at my sides. This sack of merda in front of me, on his knees, has caused me so much unnecessary fucking grief, anger, and hostility. The look of him all beaten up doesn't break my heart, nor does it flutter for him out of pity. His split bottom lip with dried blood, the bruises smeared across his face and his black eye has no emotional effect on me. If anything, he hasn't endured anything close enough to what my Ivy has. I stare down at him as he looks up at me and a glimmer of fear gleams in his eyes, but it only lasts for a split second before it completely vanishes. And for that split second, it brings an

THREE DAYs LATER.We received a call from the coroner's office yesterday afternoon indicating that we may come through early this morning to pick up Aunt Mae. All they requested was that we bring something unique to place her ashes in.I informed Alessandro and told him that I intended to go into town to look for something special. He took me by the hand and led me to the room we were sharing, and he opened the closet door, extracting a paper bag that sat on the top shelf. “What's this?” I asked him with big round eyes as he passed the paper bag to me. “Open it and find out.” He said with his voice faintly trembling. I took the bag from his outstretched hands and a gasp fell from my lips as I retrieved what was inside the paper bag.“Is this for Aunt Mae?” “It is.” He smiled, licking his lips. “I knew you'd want something special, so I got the box specially made yesterday. Zeke picked it up as you took an afternoon nap.” I placed the box down beside me, jumping up to my feet,

ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO AN HOUR EARLIER. Closing my office door behind Mrs DeLuca, I walk straight over to the trolley of liquor and I pour myself a decent size glass of whiskey. I take a sip, marvelling at the harsh, burning sensation it leaves behind as it trails down my throat. Turning around, I face Mrs DeLuca, looking at her through eyes full of disgust. I lower myself into my office chair with my glass nestled in my hands. She is silent, her eyes darting around the office like it's her very first time in here. It's not. I've been informed multiple times by my men that they have seen her exiting my office without my knowledge of her presence. “Mi dispiace that I spoke out of term at the dinner table.” She begins. “But you know I am only looking out for you and your empire. Your mamma was like a sorella to me. She only ever wanted the best for you and your fratello, and she made me promise to always be there whenever you needed me.” She explains as she tucks h

A FEW DAYs LATER. Today's the big day! Today I get to go home and rest up in a bed fit for a queen. This hospital bed I'm still lying on is hard, stiff, and horrible. I don't know how people can relax comfortably on them. It's like lying down on a pile of volcano rocks. From the moment Alessandro departed with Zeke and Milford to be with Riccardo, I anticipated this moment. It took some firm reprimanding and persuasion on my part to convince him he needed to be with Riccardo. He could do nothing for me while I lay in the hospital bed. Riccardos’ past traumas still haunt him and ever since Alessandro shared Riccardo's history with me, I have had nothing but loads of admiration for the man. A knock sounds at my door and I look over my shoulder to see Viktor enter my room. “You all set to go, Miss Bishop?” He asks formally with his hands behind his back. “Yes, thank you,” I reply, bum shuffling off the bed, being cautious not to use my stomach muscles, as my abdomen is