All Chapters of The Don's Damsel: Brothers Of Blood Book One: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I walk into the office, and they look at me. Dario stepped in behind me."You have a fight. You can't keep avoiding it, Lorenzo." Marco looks at me."Fine with me. When?" I sit down."A week, but before we discuss that, what is yours and Alice's plan?""To make babies." I turn and glare at Dario, and they laugh."No plan as of yet. We will go with it and discuss things along the way.""Right, well, I meant the wedding. Not you two reproducing." Marco laughs."She agreed for two weeks.""Okay, well, Alice, Iz and the other women she speaks to will be busy tomorrow. It's sorted. She will be going to find a dress." Marco looks at me."No problem with me. Why are you looking at me like you're ready for me to complain?" I laugh slightly."Because recently, you complain a fucking lot about not being able to spend time with her and Luciano. For a guy who gave no fucks about anyone a few months ago, you're a bit obsessed." He looks at me, laughing."Not obsessed." They all laugh. "Whatever, s

Getting into the office, everyone is standing, listening to Marco.“We saw which gate he left out of. CCTV showed the car, it’s been tracked. They changed cars about fifteen minutes from here. We know which car, based on the direction it can be any of these four locations.” Marco points to them.He looks around the room. “This is your only warning. Every message you ever sent to Shaun will be read, so anyone who knows anything better fucking say now.” The room falls quiet. His eyes come to me, and he looks away.“Right, Dario, you take your men, Matteo, you take yours, Carlos, take yours. Let’s leave.” He stands, and I step in the way.“And me?”“You’re not coming.”“Marco.” Our father looks at him. “Don’t be an asshole.”“He can’t be trusted.”I laugh. “So you trust all those soldiers but not me, your brother. He’s my fucking son! You don’t even know if the men you’re sending are innocent.”“I at least know they will follow the order and not go rouge.”“Enough. Marco, Lorenzo is goin

I walk back down and see everyone sitting. Grabbing a glass, I sit down and look at Callum."I'm sorry, I realised after how fucking stupid and unprepared I was. I thought taking the car would make them useless."I want to kill him. There would have been no fucking chase, no truck if he hadn't tried to be the saviour. I can't, though. I heard enough to know if he had told us and waited, Luciano would be gone."I'm angry, but it's fine. Yes, it was fucked up, but you stopped them taking Luciano out of the city.""Lorenzo is right, plus it would have happened regardless. They would have followed if we had gotten there and taken Luciano into our car.”"So you're not going to beat the shit out of us? The first time you did, it fucking hurt." Paul laughs, looking at me.I sit confused, I beat him up? "I don't remember that." When did me and Paul ever fight? Harry, sure, but Paul?"You don't remember?" Callum and Thomas laugh."If you don't remember, you won't remember Alice that day either

I feel overwhelmed and almost sickened by the amount of white. The dresses are white, the walls are white, the fucking carpet is white. It looks too pure, and I just want to mess shit up.Lucia sits laughing, clearly sensing my thoughts.“So not white then?”“I hate white.” I do, even for a wedding dress. I hate the colour white. It’s pure and reminds me of a virgin marrying. “Do I look like someone pure and innocent?” Everyone laughs. “Plus, no. Just no.” I don’t do white.“So, no white at all?” The woman looks at me.“I’m fine with it having white on it. Just not entirely white. I will look like a wall.” Everyone laughs, but it’s true. “I like colour.” I do.“Okay, and the style?” She looks at me.“I want...” God, what do I want? “I don’t want anything traditional. I want a kind of off-shoulder, sweetheart neckline. Oh, and needs to have a high slit.” I hear Lucia laugh.“The dress style?” The woman smiles.“Sheath.” I don’t want to be lost under a mountain of material. I watch her

This week has disappeared. I'm anxious. I don't think that feeling will ever leave regarding Lorenzo’s fights. Luciano is at home this time. Surrounded by far too many fucking soldiers, including Hugh.That reassures me, Lorenzo told me Hugh was like family growing up. If there is one part of his fights I love, it's seeing him walk out in his robe with his hood up.Something about it has me sweating and almost panting. I laugh at that. He thinks I'm crazy, I'm not. My happy thoughts and drooling end when he slips off the robe and steps forward.Now, it's just anxiety and haltered breathing as I watch every movement they make and every hit. I want to believe this will get easier, but I doubt it. It’s not like Alcohol can help, either. I’m sipping fucking orange. Sure, the test said not pregnant, but I’ve not come on, so he’s put me on an alcohol ban.I had joined him in the gym twice this week. One of the times I fought with Annalise, Lorenzo didn't seem phased. Me? I'm freaking the fu