LOGINF you Kaz.
DANTE“Kaz, no!”Amara’s scream was the catharsis to what happened next. Before anyone could move towards Kaz, the glass imploded, sending shards of shrapnel flying in any and every direction.For someone who had been wearing such a smug grin a moment ago, he was also caught in the crossfire, the impact of the explosion sending him flying across the room.“Fuck.” He let out a groan that sounded frighteningly close to death.I could barely see anything. Could barely remain aware of anything that wasn’t my own breathing. I coughed, my chest spasming painfully.“What’s going on?” Amara’s cry was the first thing that reached my ear.It sounded a bit to the left. Swatting as much of the dust as I could, I reached out to nothing, still gritting my teeth as I held on to a dwindling hope.A few seconds of touching nothing, but broken glass, and I somehow found her. She wrapped her hand around mine instinctively, nearly collapsing into my hold. Despite the vision in the room being near nil, I
AMARA“My sister.” Dante whispered.The mask of absolute control cracked, revealing a raw panic underneath. Something that felt too exposed for comfort.“Keys.” Dante commanded, holding his hand out to his underboss and friend.Cassian tossed the heavy keyring. Dante caught it, dropped to his knees in front of my chair, and seized my left wrist. His touch was burning hot against my cold skin.“You're hurting me.” I murmured.“You're alive.” Dante muttered, jamming the key into the lock. Click. The iron cuff sprang open. “Keep it that way.”He unlocked the other cuff in a fluid, desperate motion. I stood up, my legs shaking before I forced them to lock.“I told you I was innocent.” I said, rubbing the raw skin.“If you were guilty, you’d already be dead.” Dante countered, rising to his full, imposing height.He checked the Glock at his spine. “But you're not. There's a rat in my house, and they used my sister’s sanctuary to frame you.”“The secure wing is biometric.” Cassian said as we
AMARAThe chair was freezing.The heavy iron cuffs bit into my wrists with a brutal clack, locking my arms to the steel armrests. Cassian didn’t look at me as he secured the restraints. His jaw was set, his eyes fixed on the concrete wall of the holding cell."You know this is a mistake, Cassian." I said, my voice steady despite the frantic beating of my heart.Cassian checked the lock one last time. "Marcel Varco nearly put a bullet in the Boss’s skull at the downtown armory today. Your name is on the digital paper trail. My opinions don't matter."He turned on his heel, walked out, and slammed the heavy iron door. The lock engaged with a deafening thud.I was left in the buzzing silence of the dungeon, my mind spinning. Marcel Varco. An old acquaintance of Dante's father. A ghost. Varco had ambushed them downtown, and somehow, my phone was used to coordinate it.But how? I had been in the penthouse all morning. I hadn't spoken to anyone except Celeste.The heavy tumblers of the door
AMARAThe stench of blood was the first thing that hit my nose.Then the sheer reality of his eyes. I’d grown up haunted by that nauseating scent, a ghost that always haunted the halls of the Vitale estate. But never had it been so heavy.This suffocating.Dante stood in the entryway, like a reaper who just climbed his way out of the deepest depths of hell. The blood painting his face and drenching his tailored shirt doesn’t seem to be his own. And that terrifies me more than anything.But his eyes still had me anchored to the floor. They’re devoid of whatever thin veneer of nonchalance and humanity he usually bothered to wear. And they were fixed on me.On the coat draped over my arm. On the fact that I was standing near the door, looking for all the world like a prisoner about to make her grand escape.I realized, terribly late, exactly what my mistake was.“Dante,” Celeste let out a breath. The vibrant, rebellious energy she had radiated before was nowhere to be found. “What happene
AMARAEvery breathe you’ll take is to your own demise.My eyes remained trained on my phone for longer than I’d have liked. The text glared back at me as if in mockery.I held back the urge to laugh.Almost a week since everything hit the fan and since the shot-gun engagement. And they were finally making their move.The blunt message from an anonymous sender stared back at me tauntingly. I didn’t need to go in depth or search furtively to know who it is.It could be narrowed down to three sources: My father, who had more reason to send an assassin for my head, my brothers, who quite frankly would never hold off the opportunity to meddle in my life in one way or the other. The last wasn’t something I wanted to admit to myself.Because accepting it was true would only pull me deeper than I was willing to go. Two sharp knocks on the door drew me out of my soliloquizing.I drop the phone without hesitation, and watched it hit the ground with a long clatter. Still riding the high, I stompe
DANTEHaving things go off rails was one thing I would never stop hating.Celeste’s presence in the house wasn’t quite what I anticipated. I had put off them knowing my whereabouts and actions for a reason.But of course, news of the engagement had somehow managed to trickle to every corner of Chicago. Including, their ears.And so I waited, up until the right moment, until I could get a moment of time alone with her.It came with two rapt knocks on the door of my study at around ten in the night.“Come in.”The door slid open, slow and deliberate, just like everything Celeste did. Stormy eyes stared at me with a certain expectation that scratched at my nerves. Irritation filled me on instinct.“Did you hope to fulfill something by coming here?”Celeste didn’t stay anything, crossing the room in swift strides until she got to my desk. Then she unceremoniously plopped down on the seat before me.“I didn’t peg you as the damn asshole I should have,” she said, bitterness bleeding into her
DANTEI’ve had a knack for being impulsive in the oddest moments. As a child, it didn’t matter if I had to jump into a pool just to get my lucky coin, or step onto the road in pursuit of my dog, ‘Lucky’. I’d leap before even giving it a thought.So, when Amara had dangled that dangerous proposal in
AMARA“This has to be a joke.”Except it wasn’t. When I’d been silent in the face of Dante’s question, he’d quietly started the car and started driving off. At first, I thought he was lying when he said he’d take us to one of his safehouses. I didn’t think he’d actually go through with it.Dante t
DANTEThere weren’t a lot of things that could piss me off. One thing I prided myself on, was the amount of self-control I always had, regardless of the situation.Which was why I didn’t understand the reason for that irritation that wouldn’t crawling underneath my skin.“What do you mean you let h
AMARAYou’d think a family dinner was meant for bonding and enjoying each other’s presence. Tell me why we were talking about how many bodies by brother had thrown over the Manhattan bridge?“The fucking snake,” Raphael scoffed. “He wouldn’t give even till death. No point in even sparing him. He’d







