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Chapter 11 - If I Wanted You Dead

Author: Sharon Madu
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-02-13 10:36:56

Dante’s POV

The cemetery was quiet.

I never stayed long when I visited. Not because I didn’t want to—I just never knew what to say. What could I say? Apologies meant nothing to the dead.

I crouched beside the headstone, my fingers brushing against the engraved marble. My father’s name stood out in bold lettering. Leandro Romano. It had been sixteen years since he was gunned down in the streets, sixteen years since I’d taken over.

But the guilt that settled in my chest didn’t belong to him.

It belonged to them.

I stood, shifting my gaze to the graves beside his. Elena Romano. Sofia Romano. Two names carved into stone, both stolen from me in the fire that burned our home to the ground. Ten years had passed, yet the flames still danced in my nightmares, licking at my skin, and filling my lungs with smoke.

I could still hear Sofia screaming for me, her hands gripping at the locked door. I could still see my mother’s terrified eyes, the moment she realized I wouldn’t reach them in time.

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