All Chapters of A Touch of Madness: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Everything was blurry after I asked Sebastian to take us back because Ace was crying for home. I don't know what happened to him, but he was very cranky. He said he missed his bed at his granpa's house and wanted to return as soon as possible. It was an excellent opportunity for me, and without thinking out loud, I immediately told Sebastian that we have to go home this night.At first, he didn't agree, but Ace remained stubborn, and his crying grew louder. Inevitably, Sebastian had to obey his son despite the dislike creeping across his face. Afterward, we went home in a long silence. No one spoke at all, and I didn't want to start anything with Sebastian either, so I just stared out the window and petted Ace, who was sleeping on my lap, with my mind racing about what I had heard from Sebastian conversation with his assistant.Twenty minutes later, we arrived at my parents' house, and Sebastian got out to carry a large bag containing mine and Ace's gear while I got out of the car wit

Anxiety and fear continued to haunt me throughout the way home. I kept trying to focus on the road as I drove my car but the man's words still swirled in my head.And how could he know that I was trying to get away from Sebastian? That I wanted to be free of him? Was it Vito who said that to him? To everyone in the Cosa Nostra? I should have asked him that earlier but I was so shocked that I couldn't ask anything else.I parked the car in the garage and took a long breath, staring at the envelope on the seat next to me. It looked simple but classy, with a gold seal in the center. I picked it up with hands trembling with anxiety and opened the envelope slowly. I pulled out what was inside, and there was nothing in the small black art carton.It's just my name 'Isabella Rossi' and 9:30 P.M. August 18. Sanyara Club. Salem, Massachusetts.That's two days away.But, Salem.....Why Salem? Is there some kind of witch ritual they're going to do there? Are they going to make Sebastian suffer w

Killian had yet to give me his location, and I'd told Kate that Killian had contacted me, and we'd talked on the call all the way back from lunch. Ace was in my car, but Sebastian was following close behind. I tried not to care, but I couldn't. I'd told him several times that his presence bothered me,"Who called you earlier?" Sebastian asked when I got out of my car while Ace ran into the house, calling his grandma to come back to play in her greenhouse.I frowned, "Owen, he was asking about what other training we could provide for our new employee."He frowned, his features flat and his eyes glaring at me like he didn't believe my answer. Well, he couldn't prove it wrong because I had bought a new phone, which he couldn't hack anymore. So, maybe that was the reason why he was so curious about this.Throughout lunch, I caught him looking at me suspiciously, and he checked his phone several times. I hoped he hadn't heard news about Killian. Or did he already know? And he was checking

Sebastian. Flashback. Our meeting to discuss brotherhood business is the least of my concerns at the moment. Or most of the time, really.I have a role to play, and it's behind the scenes. The decisions my father makes are directly influenced by my opinions backed by my intel. The brotherhood rise in rank to one of the most indispensable pillars didn't happen just by luck. It was based on logic.I realized early on that to continue to thrive in our familia cartel, I needed the system in place. Trusted men-Marc and Diaz, although Diaz pushed it. Hackers. Informants in every possible organization. Although these elements existed during my grandfather's time, they had not been utilized to their full potential. I changed that and made them the strongest part of the cartel.Power is not shouting orders and taking up arms. They don't declare war and go on the offensive to show masculinity. True power smolders behind it, silenced in low tones and feared in public. I have become like that

A few months ago. Snow fell slowly, like ice flakes crumbling from the gray sky, decorating the yard of her grandfather's house. The cold creeps in, freezing, but it's nothing compared to what I feel inside.Isabella stood in the doorway, her stomach distended, her eyes looking at me with disappointment. At first glance, she looked strong, but behind her hard gaze, there was something fragile. Something that was breaking because of me.I stood still, suffocated by the weight of the feelings I had harbored for too long. Her image during this time never left my mind. Her trembling lips and her pale cheeks made my heart squeeze. I knew I had hurt her more than words could fix."You flew from Madrid to Milan just to stay silent?" Her voice came out sharp yet shaky, like a wall beginning to crack but still holding. There was anger tucked away, and underneath, a sadness I'd made too deep. I could hear her unspoken cries, crackling between each word.I sighed softly, the snow in my hair star