All Chapters of THE DON'S DESIRE : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

TANYA'S POV Sitting quietly after Dante left, I turned around and willed myself to go back to sleep. Less than an hour later, Dante and some guards burst into my room, dragging me out. “What is going on?” I asked. Of course, they didn't answer me. “Tie her hands so she doesn't escape,” Dante ordered one of the bodyguards with a scar above his upper lip. Scarface moved closer to me, grabbing my hands and twisting them back painfully before tying them. “Are you going to tell me what is going on?” I asked again as I was being dragged forward. Dante didn't reply and kept looking around wildly as his bodyguards shielded us, guiding us outside. “I guess not.” Walking outside, I realised I hadn't been out in a while. I looked around to see where we were, but only thick bushes surrounded us; it was hard to see anything other than the bushes. How did I even get here? I could have sworn we were in the city before. One of the guards grabbed my arm painfully, hurrying me tow

RODRIGO'S POV "No!" Tanya's voice ripped through the air, distracting me from what was happening. She sprinted out of the car, her steps frantic and unsteady, like a bird with clipped wings. Her face was hurt, and she was probably in a lot of pain, but it seemed like she was hell-bent on stopping me. The way her breath hitched as she closed the distance between us made me almost laugh. She held her hand up as she bent down to steady her breathing, "You can't…. Oh my god, I think I'm going to puke…okay…you can't kill him!" she screamed, her voice cracking as she yelled, she bent over and clutched her knees again, trying to catch her breath. She didn't even run that far. Wait a minute, I shouldn't kill him? “You can't kill him, Rodrigo. Please don't. For me, please don't kill him. Please just don't kill him; you can't. Just put the gun down so we can talk about this, please.” She begged. Something was going on. Dante turned, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of her.

RODRIGO'S POV Sitting alone in my office, the dim light cast a long shadow across the room, and I couldn't stop my mind from always wandering back to everything that had happened. I couldn't focus; I couldn't concentrate for a few days now, and I couldn't face Tanya either. The revelations of the past few days had left me feeling many emotions I'd never felt before: sad, confused, hurt. Hurt. That was a new one. It wasn't physical, but it hurt more than even a bullet, and I couldn't stop replaying every moment in my mind, thinking about how it came to this. Tanya's betrayal was like a wound that cut deep, like a bullet into the heart, a betrayal I hadn't seen coming; I mean, I knew I couldn't trust people, but I still trusted her. I wanted her to be different and unique and see if things would change, but she ruined that. The fact that Dante, the man who had been my enemy for a long time, the man who had tried to kill me several times, was her grandfather only added to the situ

RODRIGO'S POV Alright, I could do this. I just needed to tell her the truth about how I felt, about how much I loved her, and how much she meant to me. That shouldn't be hard, right? She crossed her arms under her beautiful breasts as she raised her eyebrow. Even though she looked sad and mad, she still looked gorgeous. How can anyone be this beautiful? She was a work of art. “Okay, I guess I'll start from the beginning. Tanya, when I first met you, I thought you were the prettiest woman I'd ever met, but I didn't want to do anything with you because I didn't want anything. Slowly, we became closer. You became my haven, my light, basically Mrs. Me. I'd never felt this way for anyone before, and I was confused. I kept doing stupid things that made you sad, and I'm sorry for that. You mean a lot to me; you mean the world to me. I would die for you; I would even destroy the world for you…” Her cute laugh interrupted me, and seeing her laugh made me smile. “Go on, continue,” she sa

Rodrigo's POV I opened my eyes to find myself in an unknown location. My head still felt very fuzzy, and everything spun around me as I tried to get my bearings. I didn't move, however, not wanting anybody to know I was up. I needed a complete survey of the place and my predicament before deciding. I tried thinking, I did, but it was much too tricky. Whatever drug I had been given was still affecting me, even though I was awake. After putting in all my efforts to make out a compelling thought, I decided it wasn't conducive. Instead, I directed my energy towards remembering. At the thought of her, I immediately felt better. At least, that was a good start. I reminisced about the events between us, from the beautiful confession that had taken a lot out of me to the lovely time we had spent together in the morning. The memories were becoming increasingly cogent, and my thoughts together with them, until things started getting dark. I remember entering my car and noticing the