Semua Bab Twisted Marriage (A Dark MMF Mafia Romance): Bab 221 - Bab 230

JEREMIAH “I am giving you another chance, tell me what filth you spewed and who else is working with you?” She laughed in my face, her voice hoarse and grating on my ears. “Won’t you like to know!” She raked her eyes over me as she said, “Whether I tell you or not, you’re still going to kill me. You are your father’s son. A monster.” I inclined my head. “True.” I held out my hand. Hugho placed the gun in my palm. The weight of it was familiar, almost comforting. “But my father didn’t try to kill his own sons,” I continued quietly, “Like your sister did.” Her eyes flashed. “She died because of you and your father!” She spat. “She only wanted justice for what was done to her and me!!” Her rage was palpable as she screamed at me, "You want to know what I told your wife!! I told her the truth about your bloodline and what kind of monster you are. A monster who has the blood of a rapist running through his veins. I told her how your father raped my sister and tied her to him

NINA Lachlan couldn’t change Jeremiah’s mind. And now ten hours later I was ascending the stairs to a matte black jet that has been waiting for us at the private airstrip. I couldn’t believe it. Last night, I was wrapped up in their arms and now not even twenty four hours later, I was on my way to Italy. And not just because I was going to bring Juhan back to his father, to his family, to where he belonged. But because my husband literally told me to leave. I paused in the middle of the stairs and looked back at them. Both of them were still standing there beside the car that Hugho drove us in. They hadn’t been able to come any further with me because of the wall of guards in black commando uniforms around the airstrip. The guards didn’t allow them to step further even when Lachlan and Jeremiah showed them that they weren’t carrying any weapons.The guards apologised and said it was their boss' order. The boss being Nikolai Bianchi. I have only heard about him and see

JUHAN Family, as a concept, was foreign to me. The only family I have ever known was my mother. And with each day that passed, I was starting to wonder if I’ll even have that in the coming future. Four days had passed since I came to live with the Rossis, courtesy of none other than but Antonio Rossi himself. I knew about him from my mother. When she'd left me in a medical facility that was more like a hostel for kids. And since last eight months I was passing each day, following the rules and keeping to myself, waiting for my mother to return and take me with her. But then four days ago, the dorm I was staying in caught fire due to a circuit failure and while I wasn’t panicking and hurrying out of my room like other kids, Antonio Rossi himself burst into my room and dragged me out through smoke and falling debris like I was someone important. No, I didn't think he was my father. But I did think he knew more about my mother and who my father was if he was gettin

JEREMIAH “What the hell, Jeremiah!” Lachlan pushed at my chest. His green eyes blazing at me as he demanded answers. “Why the fuck did you do this? Why tell her to leave? No. Wait. You didn’t tell her to leave, you practically threw her out!” I took a step back when he slammed my shoulder again. My gaze slid past him, to the plane waiting on the tarmac, its engines already humming like giving me final chance to change my decision. I looked back at Lachlan. “Get in the car,” I said quietly. “I’ll tell you everything.” He gave me a look and I was ready for him to throw another fit but he was angry enough to obey. When I got into the car, I told Hugho to drive and then finally turned to face my little shadow who looked like he was barely holding himself back from punching me. Lachlan was practically vibrating with barely restrained violence. And finally his rage broke out when the screen divider pulled up, separating us from Hugho. He grabbed me by the throat, his fingers

NINA "Does he not want me? Is that why you took so long to come back for me?” “No, baby, of course he wants you. As I said, he doesn't know about you yet." "Why didn’t you tell him?" "Well..." I licked my lips as I searched for an answer, and then I finally said, "I didn’t know how will he react at first. He thought I intentionally left him, he didn’t know that I lost my memories... But now, I know he'll be really happy to know about you so I came to take you with me." And as I said those words, I was certain of it. I didn’t know why I was questioning and doubted Jeremiah all this time. “Okay. But—” his brows furrowed and once again I was hit with how much he looked like Jeremiah. “What if you're wrong and he isn't happy to see me?” I chuckled. “If I know anything, I know he will be beyond happy to meet you. The only thing he won't be happy about was the fact that he didn't get to meet you much sooner, that he missed twelve years of your childhood." “Is he a good man, ma