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Bound to the silent don chapter 22
Chapter 22: The Thermal DebtThe wind didn't just blow; it screamed, a high-pitched, banshee wail that tore through the jagged remains of the fuselage. Snow was piling up against the broken aluminum walls, sealing us into a tomb of white and silver.I dragged Dante’s heavy, unresponsive body into the cramped corner of the tail section, my muscles screaming in protest. Every inch of my skin felt like it was being flayed by microscopic razors of ice. My silk dress, once a symbol of my gilded cage, was now a wet, frozen rag clinging to my shivering frame."Dante, breathe," I choked out, my teeth chattering so hard I could barely form the words.He lay against the sub-zero metal, his skin the color of ash. The massive gash on his ribs had stopped bleeding, but only because the cold was beginning to freeze the edges of the wound. His breath was a shallow, hitching rattle."Don't you dare die," I hissed, grabbing his face with my numb hands. "You spent six million on me. You don't get
Bound to the silent don chapter 21
Chapter 21: The Velocity of BetrayalThe scream of the jet’s engines was a physical assault, a high-pitched wail of dying machinery that vibrated through my very teeth. Gravity became a predatory force, dragging us toward the floor as the cabin tilted at a nauseating forty-five-degree angle.Dante didn’t let go of my throat. Even as the emergency lights flickered to a hellish, rhythmic red, his grip remained an iron shackle. The cold barrel of the .45 pressed into my temple, a silent, lethal question."I didn't do it!" I shrieked over the roar of the depressurizing cabin. "Dante, look at me! If I wanted to destroy you, I would have done it in the penthouse! I wouldn't be on a falling plane with you!"Dante’s eyes were two pits of black ink. The obsession was still there, but it had curdled into something far more dangerous: the rage of a predator who realized he’d invited the blade into his own bed."Father," he rasped. It wasn't a question. It was a curse."He lied to both of u
Bound to the silent don chapter 20
Chapter 20: The Coldest HearthThe private jet leveled out at thirty thousand feet, the cabin humming with a low, vibrating silence that felt more dangerous than the gunfire on the tarmac.Dante didn't move from the leather sofa. He sat with his shirt discarded, a jagged, ugly gash slashing across his ribs. He refused the local anesthetic. He just sat there, his eyes—dark, bottomless, and utterly fixed on me—as I knelt between his thighs with a needle and surgical thread."You’re staring again," I whispered, my voice tight. "Does it help the pain? Or are you just making sure your investment doesn't sprout wings and fly out the emergency exit?"Dante didn't reach for his notepad. He reached for my wrist, his fingers circling the bone with a bruising pressure. He pulled my hand away from his wound, forcing me to look him in the eye."Mine," he rasped. It wasn't a claim this time. It was a threat."I am a person, Dante! Not a territory you conquered!" I tried to yank my hand back,
Bound to the silent don chapter 19
Chapter 19: The Runway DebtThe rain was a vertical sheet of iron, drumming against the roof of the armored SUV as we tore across the tarmac. The private jet was a silver ghost in the distance, its turbines already whining with a high-pitched, impatient scream."Dante, you're leaning!" I shouted, grabbing his shoulder as the car swerved.He didn't answer. He couldn't. His face was a mask of grey marble, his hand clamped over the jagged hole in his side. Blood was seeping through his fingers, staining the white leather of the seat—a six-million-dollar mess for a six-million-dollar bride."Lorenzo, how close?" I barked."Thirty seconds! But they’ve got the perimeter blocked with three black vans!" Lorenzo yelled back, his foot floored. "They aren't trying to capture you anymore, Bianca. They’re trying to scrap the whole car!"Dante’s eyes snapped open. He didn't look at the vans. He looked at me. He reached out with his clean hand and grabbed the back of my neck, hauling me toward
Bound to the silent don chapter 18
Chapter 18: The Fragile FortressThe backup elevator hummed with a low, vibrating drone as it descended toward the sub-basement. The air inside was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the scorched scent of ozone from the blown electronics.Dante didn't let go of me. He had me pinned against the padded wall of the lift, his body acting as a human shield even though we were encased in six inches of reinforced steel. His chest was heaving, his bare skin streaked with grey drywall dust and the dark, wet crimson of the assassin he’d just dismantled.I looked up at him, and for the first time since I’d been sold for six million dollars, I didn't see the "Silent Don." I didn't see the monster or the captor.I saw a man who was terrified."You’re bleeding," I whispered, my voice trembling as I reached up to touch a jagged cut along his ribs.Dante flinched. It wasn't a flinch of pain—it was a flinch of shock. He looked down at my hand, his eyes wide and dark, as if he couldn't com
Bound to the silent don chapter 17,
Chapter 17: The Blood-Stained MorningThe sweat on my skin hadn't even cooled before the world started to burn again.I was still pinned against the cold glass of the penthouse window, Dante’s heavy body a warm cage around mine. He was breathing against the crook of my neck, his lips ghosting over the pulse that was slowly returning to normal.Thud.It was a dull sound, coming from the direction of the reinforced living room doors. It wasn't a knock. It was the sound of a body hitting the floor.Dante went still. His entire frame hardened, the lazy postcoital haze vanishing in a fraction of a second. He didn't pull away from me; he shielded me, his hand sliding down to the small of my back, pulling me tighter against the glass."Dante," I whispered, my voice wrecked."Shh," he mouthed against my ear.He reached for the silk robe draped over the nearby chair and threw it at me without taking his eyes off the bedroom door. He didn't reach for a notepad. He reached for the suppre
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