Semua Bab Don Julio: His Wicked Temptation : Bab 21 - Bab 27

SARIAN Matteo pulled me through the chilly night air with an almost painful grip on my arm. I winced abd tried to yank my hand free from his grasp but it was futile. His urgency-filled accent caused his breath to come out in short gasps. I knew that something was terribly off but what ?Both men. I had seen the look of hatred in theur eyes and I even made out a glint of fear in Matteo's eyes too but he had looked composed and brave.“ You don't speak to anyone you don't know or haven't seen before, you don't go out alone.” He said in half English, half Italian.Almost unable to keep up with his pace, I mumbled as I tried to catch my breath.“Okay.”As the club's noise grew farther behind us, we hurried past neon lights that flickered like broken stars. Despite my hair being pulled by the wind I chose not to fix it. I was already scared and wanted to be safe under Don Julio's wings.The pounding in my heart was too loud that o could almost hear it.Even more terrifying than Matteo's w

SARIAN It had begun to rain and I felt so cold. One of the girls had brought dinner which I had eaten in a hurry. I wanted to sleep but it was hard and this room felt like a prison even though it wasn't locked. The small table in the corner, the rigid bed without sheets and the white walls were all so empty exactly as I felt on the inside. It had been hours since I had shed a tear. He would be happy to see me cry and I didn't want to but the sting persisted behind my eyes and in my chest like an unhealing wound. Too many things were happening at the same time and Don Julio had thrown me in here as if I were a teenager who threw tantrums. On the edge of the bed, I curled up with my arms around my knees and my eyes fixed on nothing. Then the silence descended like a fog and I wanted to embrace it when I heard it.Click. The door flew open. I didn't look up until his shadow struck the floor. Don Julio.The devil himself. He was standing there as though he had every right to be

SARIAN The engine hums a steady rhythmic sound that drowns out everything else in the car. It's almost calming but it made me feel like we were taking a trip to help. But my anxiety isn't eased by the calmness that seemed to be around me. The tension that has existed since we left the mansion stayed even though I didn't want it. This feeling of something bad approaching—something, I can't quite place but know was coming—was sending shivers up my spine. Two cars ride behind us and another two before us leaving us in the middle. Don Julio sat opposite me, with his piercing eyes fixed on the road ahead and his firm unwavering grip on the steering wheel. He had instructed his men that he wanted to drive and his eyes were filled with anger again. The car was so quiet and as usual, his words were precise and clipped and he only spoke when absolutely needed. And I was thankful for the quiet at the moment. Particularly at this point and I was not sure what I would say to him if