All Chapters of THE DON'S DESIRE : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Tanya's POV "There's only one consequence," he said with a laugh, shaking his head. "How could I forget? Death. Death of you and your dear Rodrigo. You can either climb up to the position of power with me, or you can go down with him. He's a drowning man already, and there's no way you can save him even if you want to. If you try to do so, you will only end up like he is." He looked at me with a stern expression on his face. "Do you understand what I said?" "I understand," I told him in a meek voice. He went back to his seat with a smile. He seemed actually to think that I was going to betray Rodrigo. "I heard about how you betrayed him," he said. "You don't seem to have any regrets doing it again?" I looked at him, trying to figure him out. He was reckless; I saw it now. I had not even told him I would betray Rodrigo, yet he was already assuming I made a wrong decision. With that overly forward personality, he was not careful with what he did, and I could use that against

Rodrigo's POV The most that I let them hear was a hiss from my teeth. I didn't cry out in pain, no, not once. I wouldn't give them that satisfaction, especially Luciano, who looked honestly disappointed by the results. I was weak, however, which was probably a win for him. He looked at me with an unreadable expression on his face. I could tell that he wasn't delighted by the outcome of his torture, but he was tired of it already. "Don't worry; we have a lot of time to break you," he responded. "You can act tough all you want. I wonder whether you will still be able to do that when I come at you with knives and cut through your skin to torture you." "Why don't you do that now?" I asked him with a smile on my face. "Are you scared or something?" His eyes narrowed at my provocation. "You don't seem to understand that you can't do anything to object to whatever I want to do to you," he told me. "If you understand that, then you'll know that if I want to, I can take you by your

Tanya's POV The next couple of days passed quickly, but none of them went by without me thinking about what he was going through in his captivity. I knew that he would be subjected to torture, and the thought of that alone was enough to make me feel nauseous. It was difficult for me to focus on anything, but luckily, there wasn't much to focus on. I went about my daily routine slowly, waiting impatiently for the one message to move things forward. Finally, it came to me about two weeks after that, a cryptic message, but I didn't need anyone to translate it for me. I already had a clear understanding of what it meant. "It is time," I thought in relief, suddenly realising that I had wasted all the time I had been given. Instead of looking for a solution like Dante had suggested many times, I had spent the time cooped up indoors, wanting everything to blow over. Now that it was time, I was not prepared for an attack. "What am I going to do now?" I asked myself, suddenly knowing

Tanya's POV "I like you, not too early and not late," he said, looking at his watch. I knew what the time was. I had been racing here when I realised I would be a minute late if I didn't. "You told me to come at 11:30, not before and not after," I responded confidently. I had to establish a sort of equality with him, even though the both of us were anything but equal. I needed to be able to demand some things from him, like getting to see Rodrigo personally. Luckily, he had already agreed to that the last time we met. "Indeed," he said. "If you continue like this, our relationship will not be strained. Might be very enjoyable for you and me." "I hope so," I said. "But that's enough small talk. Let's get to business now." He raised an eyebrow at my brisk attitude, bringing out a cigarette. "Relax," he said in response. "How about you have a drink first of all? You are about to do something very tasking." I looked at him in surprise, not having any idea what he wanted me t

Rodrigo's POV I was utterly worn out from the treatment they had given me. Honestly, I would have thought that after going through the same routine over and over again, I would get used to it, but I never got used to the pain they inflicted. It was a shame that he got what he wanted, or at least a part of it. I made a point of not screaming, of not letting any sound of pain come out from me, or next when it was too much, and that seemed to annoy him. He also made me feel pain, which was a win for him. With the tiredness in my bones from two long weeks of torture, when I heard the sound of people going down the staircase, I wondered whether it was time for another round. I didn't prepare myself; I had done that a lot of times, and it hadn't helped at all. The only thing that I could do was to rest and relax my body even more. Maybe this time, it would be short. If not, I would go along with it and survive. He thought he could break me? Well, he had to think again. I was going to