All Chapters of HIS: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Twenty-two-year-old Solana Volkanov is more or less a prisoner in her own home. Decades and numerous dangerous encounters with the rival Mennetti family has made her strict, cold, calculating father limit her interactions with the outside world, most painfully with her older sister, Trisha, who stubbornly married a Mennetti against his wishes.There is one rule she's to obey while in the house.Keep out of the basement.Rylan Mennetti didn't know how exactly he ended up as a captive to a family he's been brought up to loathe and wish to eliminate. But when the sweet, naive Solana Volkanov stumbles upon him in the dark, dreary basement, he knows instantly that she's his ticket to escaping the terrible fate her father has planned out for him.They see each other in secret, falling more and more for each other, but when the veil gets lifted, and Solana realizes his true intentions, she's in trouble.Rylan Mennetti is gone, leaving her with a pregnancy that reminds her everyday of her stu

Lifting my hand to catch the bartender's attention, I motion for another pint of Guinness. I prefer whiskey, but I have all night to drink and don't need to find myself shit-faced in less than twenty minutes. Still though, my plan tonight is to get stinking drunk because I have no idea what else to do. Ever since my father, Nolan Mennetti, was gunned down by the Volkanov family, I've felt lost. Spinning out of control and without answers.My dad and I weren't overly close, but that doesn't mean I want to see him six-feet under, dead because of a rivals' bullet. He was our family's leader and patriarch. Growing up, I always thought he was larger than life, so strong and undefeatable. I never thought anyone would be able to take my father down, but I was wrong.Those Volkanov scum stole the life from him far too early.As a result, I've been helping my older brother, Connor, get the business side of things under control. We all have—me, Roberto and Finley. There are four of us and my mo

Over the next week, Trish and I keep our promise and talk and text every single day, but it's just not the same. I miss seeing my sister and holding my nephew. I know it's a smart decision to lay low for a while and not rankle our father, though.Staying at home all day in the big brownstone, surrounded by my father's enforcers, is getting old fast. He doesn't want me to go anywhere or do anything, and I'm beginning to feel like a prisoner. The days drag by and I try to occupy myself with books, but keep re-reading the same page until I finally toss it aside. Then I start binging a new show that's streaming, but I quickly lose interest. My brothers aren't around and my mother is lost in her own, little world.It's basically me and my shadow and a big, empty house most of the time. Other than my father's enforcers, of course, but I don't talk to any of them.When I finally leave the sanctuary of my bedroom, I start to notice some strange things happening. Like how the guards immediatel

That first week spent in this dank, dark, dreary cell feels like an eternity. There's nothing to do except listen to the incessant drip, drip, drip of water from the ceiling and tunnels beyond. The only other thing I do is count the rats that scurry by and listen to the footsteps above as people walk back and forth.I can't help but wonder if any of those lighter steps belong to Volkanov's daughter?I still can't believe she had the nerve to sneak down here and talk to me. I know what I must look like and I'm surprised my gruff, mountain man appearance didn't scare her off. My dark beard is growing in more every day and crusted with blood, and my hair, which I always keep a little longer on top, is in dire need of a trim. I must look like a yeti to her refined eyes.At first, I wasn't sure who she was, but after racking my brain, I remember Trish mentioning a younger sister named Solana. The young woman with the amazing hazel eyes and long, wavy chestnut hair must be her. The resembla

After leaving the basement and returning to my room, my thoughts are consumed by Rylan Mennetti. I don't trust him and I was terrified to go in the cell with him. But he was too weak to hurt me or attempt to escape. However, after cleaning him up, giving him painkillers and feeding him, I have no doubt that he's going to grow stronger again.Unless, of course, they keep beating the holy hell out of him.I squeeze my eyes shut, picturing all of the bruises and cuts. He can't even defend himself chained to the wall like he is. It's an unfair fight and it makes me sick. A part of me wants to call Trish right now and tell her what's happening, but I hesitate. She would tell Connor and he'd come charging over here to rescue his brother. And, in the process, that could cause a full-scale war. I don't want to jeopardize anyone, especially my mom and siblings. I need to be smart about how I handle the situation so no one else gets hurt.For now, I can help Rylan by bringing him food and more