All Chapters of THE DON'S DESIRE : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Rodrigo's Pov I had spent the next couple of days as a shadow of myself. With each passing hour, I lost another piece of myself to worry. The realisation that I might never get her again settled in slowly and surely as I sent all my men and searched everywhere but found nothing. Even now, I was sitting in the living room, staring at the ceiling despondently. The situation was bringing me down, and the worst part was that I knew it and still let it. I could not do most of the things I used to do before, and it was not because I did not try. Initially, I put in some effort, but I gave up after finding that none of them came to fruition. It was clear now that until I saw her, I would remain disorganised. I started scrolling through my messages online, where I had posted her and asked anyone who saw her or had any idea of her location to contact me. No one had said anything, but it did not mean I stopped checking. This was the only thing I could do now before feeling like I wa

Rodrigo's POV The men shuffled about uncomfortably after seeing what I did to their leader. On his part, he didn't seem to have expected the assault at all; the cold sweat coming from his head was proof enough of that. "Go," he said, "bring the girl and threaten her in return." "Which girl?" I asked, putting the gun closer to his head. "I don't know," he said and nodded to the men to do what he said. "If you make any move at all, I'm going to kill him," I said before looking at Enzo once more. "You don't value your life now, do you? How stupid would it be if you threatened me and lost your life in the process? You know I will be able to kill you before they even bring the lady." "Stop," he said immediately before looking at me. "I don't know what you are talking about." "You are a fool," I responded. "You expect me to believe that after what you said just a moment ago? Is it not obvious that you have the girl I'm looking for? That is the only thing you can use to threa

Rodrigo’s Pov “I’ll talk, I'll talk,” Enzo yelled. Good. I knew he wouldn't keep quiet about it for long. Enzo didn't look like someone who enjoyed pain, it was one thing I'd picked about him immediately after we met. "Rodrigo, you think you know everything, don't you?" Enzo started, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I clenched my fists trying to keep my composure instead of killing him then and there. I had a bad feeling about where this conversation was headed. "What are you talking about, Raphael or Enzo or whatever?" I asked, my voice steady, but inside, I was a whirlwind of emotions. Enzo leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "You have no idea, do you?" he said, shaking his head. "The higher-ups hired Tanya to investigate you. They are already threatening her, torturing her even, to get information about you." My heart skipped a beat. They did what? Investigating me? It didn't make any sense. Tanya and I had been close, or so I thought. I felt

DANTE'S POV Jack entered my office a few days after I had been expecting him. The anticipation had been gnawing at me for days, and I was eager to hear what he had uncovered about Tanya. She had been on my mind since the last time we met, but I didn't want to do anything rash, so I avoided her cell for the past few days. When he finally walked into my office, I could see the weariness in his eyes. He handed me a thin folder, and I could tell right away that it wasn't bursting with the kind of information I wanted. My heart sank a little, but I tried to remain hopeful. "Well, what did you find?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. He sighed and opened the folder, revealing a few sparse documents. "Tanya finished her studies at a small community college on the outskirts of town. She's twenty-two years old, and her mother is listed as Maria Lopez. Unfortunately, we couldn't find anything else about Maria, and there's no other information about her." I took the papers from

TANYA'S POV “Why don’t I start from the beginning?” Dante suggested. I stared at him, the man who called himself my grandfather, the man who had let me suffer for so long in this place. He had watched those people torture me, and now he wanted to fix everything. Impossible. I felt a lot of emotions at that moment: anger, betrayal, confusion. My parents had never told me about any other father, and I didn't even know Henry wasn't my birth father until he said it before he was killed. Yet, despite everything happening inside of me, I said nothing, allowing him to speak. I wanted to hear his part of the story. I wanted to know if he deserved forgiveness; he didn't deserve it, but I wanted to know what he had to say. “My son's name is Damien. He is your father, sorry was your father. Damien died a few years ago, and he never told me about you. I am sure he doesn't know you exist, mostly because your mother hid you, and we never thought of it. If I had known about you, I would hav