All Chapters of The Don's Daughter: Love & Betrayal: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I could kill someone, anyone would do right now. Normally when someone crosses me, I just put a bullet between their eyes. Or torture them until I feel better. But this time the culprit is nowhere to be found. All I have is his wife and kids. Unless he comes back for them, they're useless to me. I hate that Fausto put me in this position. It doesn't matter if I find him or not, I will have to trust a complete stranger with my books. Finding someone I can trust again will be a pain. He used to be one of my rival's accountant. The guy tried to steal from me in a deal and I finished him off. When Fausto pleaded with me saying he could be useful, I believed him and he has never let me down until now. I hate traitors. I would prefer you try to kill me rather than betray me. If he's not dead yet, I won't feel good killing him. After all, he's served me well. But what has to happen will happen. Even if he decides to give me back the money he stole, he will still die. For both our sakes, I h

Fuck, the police are not our most favorite visitors. Especially when we have five bodies to get rid of. I'm hoping they came in from the right side because Cris made a mess back there. Normally we get along well. No conflicts between us unless it's about whores and even then, I always get my way. He has this habit of treating me like his younger brother when I'm two years older than him. And I let him because I like being taken care of. What I don't like is cleaning up after him. Shooting those guys was a bad call. After we finish dealing with the police, I'll sit him down and give him a piece of my mind. Or try to because when this motherfucker is angry, his ears stop working. "Keep your cool Cris. I don't want to have to bail you out of jail" "Why the hell are the police here? Since when do they have the guts to visit my home without an invitation?" "Okay, so you're not going to calm down. I will deal with them. Don't worry" "Nev, do I look worried?" No. He looks pissed and

"Lock her up." He told his men then turned to her "You will stay there until you change your mind. I won't let you out this time" She snickered. The old man's punishments were getting boring. How many times had she been thrown in there? How many times had she come out, stronger at that? She didn't care. The dark didn't scare her. They could lock her in that place for the rest of her life and she still wouldn't do what he wanted. As one of the guys moved to force her into the basement, she rolled her eyes and walked in herself. Flipping him the bird. Screw them. All of them. There was no reason for her to look around since she'd been there countless times. Arrogantly she walked to the corner and sat down, glaring up at the camera facing her. Sooner or later they were going to get tired of throwing her in the basement and find other forms of punishment. Was there something they could come up with that would hurt her? To her, it seemed like they'd tried everything and failed. A few ho

Snaking my hand in her hair, I pull her closer, sucking on her lips. They're soft just like I remember and plump enough so I can nibble on them. This is crazy because I don't think like this when I'm kissing a woman. I have a one-track mind whenever I itch to be with someone. Getting inside them, finishing my business quickly so I can go back to my day job. But that doesn't mean I'm a selfish lover. I give and take pleasure. Sometimes I even pay for it. Like Yelena who gets paid handsomely so she can be at my beck and call whenever I need her. Until recently, she never complained even though she knew she wasn't the only one. But in all the years since I was old enough to be with women, I've never thought about how soft their lips were or how sweet they tasted. It's just never happened before. Which is funny because here I am kissing a woman who just shot me instead of cutting her up so I can send the pieces to her asshole father. The pain in my arm doesn't compare to the desire I fe

"What the fuck is going on Damian?" "Hey baby, how are you? I miss you like crazy. When can I see you?" "Cut the crap and tell me why you killed him. That wasn't what we agreed on" "Killed who?" I growl in frustration. God, this idiot can be so infuriating at times "Oh you mean Fausto?" he asks as if there is someone else we know who's dead. "No, your grandmother... Of fucking course I mean Fausto. Why is he dead?" "You'll have to ask that psychotic father of yours that" "What? Why would Padre kill him?" "Are you actually asking me that? He's your father. Who knows why he does half the shit he does? Do you?" He's right. Padre could wake up today and decide he doesn't need someone. He's killed a lot of people in front of us just to make a point. I don't know why he would kill Fausto though. That guy was supposed to help him. At least that was the plan. Why kill him? Fuck why am I even asking? Padre must have not liked his face or something. That man is a sadistic bastard