DARING THE MAFIA DON MR DANTE

Iris PovThe time was 7 pm on a Friday. Iris was glad she didn’t have to go to work tomorrow. If only she knew her life was about to change that weekend.Iris dropped her bag on the couch and kicked off her heels, sighing at the silence of her loft. She was halfway to pouring a glass of wine when someone knocked. She went to answer the door and saw an envelope lying on the floor. There was no return address.Her fingers trembled as she tore it open.SUBPOENA. Federal court. They were investigating her father’s “involvement” with the Moretti family. If he didn’t appear, he could be arrested. And if the press got wind of it, her career would burn too. Her phone buzzed before she could think, but it was not a saved number.“Ey-ris.” Dante’s voice filled the speakers.She swallowed hard. “This isn’t funny. I just got a subpoena.”“I know,” he said calmly. “A leak. A little push to remind you what’s at stake.”Her knees weakened, and she sank onto the couch. “You did this?”“I can make it

Iris PovIris didn’t know how long she could avoid her husband. For two weeks since they've been married and since the incident in his car, she made it a point of duty to stay away from him.He affected her in ways she could not control. That day, Iris was home from work earlier than she usually was.The front door clicked open before Iris could even think to call out. Someone groaned from somewhere in the penthouse. Iris’ heart skipped a beat. She threw her hair over her shoulder and held her bag out as she went into the house.“Dante?” she whispered.A figure staggered into the dim light of the living room, shoulder dragging slightly and lips cut, Blood matted his hair, and the normally perfect suit was torn and smeared with dirt.“I’m fine,” he said, though the rasp in his voice betrayed him.Iris’s stomach knotted; fear and concern warred inside her. She stepped forward slowly, while her hands trembled. “You’re… hurt.”“I said I’m fine,” he repeated, but his voice lacked its usual

Iris’ POVIris woke up with a headache. But not the normal kind. This one came with regret, embarrassment, and the ghost of Dante’s hands on her thighs from last night.She slapped her palm over her face and groaned into the pillow.“Dear God, please delete last night from his memory.”She knew that prayer wasn’t going to work. God had better things to do than fix her self-control issues.She swung her legs off the bed and nearly tripped on the stupid marble floor. She hated this penthouse. Too big. Too cold. Too full of that man’s presence.She brushed her teeth with enough aggression to break the toothbrush, got dressed for work, and tiptoed out like a burglar. The last thing she wanted was to see Dante at 8 a.m., smirking like the devil he was.She made it all the way to the kitchen and almost smiled in victory… until she heard his voice.“Morning, Ey-ris.”Fuck.He was sitting at the kitchen island, sleeves rolled up, tie loose, that stupid sexy jaw on full display. And he was eat

Dante’s POVDante put his car in reverse fast. He didn’t even wait for the gate to fully open before he turned into the road that led straight to Luca’s house. He had just dropped his wife at her workplace, and he knew damn well how many eyes were on him, but he did not care. Part of him needed that little scene to happen anyway. He needed the public to see with their own eyes that his marriage to Iris Rossi was real. It did not matter if she disliked the attention or if she was rolling her eyes so hard they almost fell out. What mattered was the picture the world saw.But even with the act he put on, something was poking his stomach in a way he did not like. A tight knot sat there since morning. He kept trying to shove it down, but it stayed. It was the urge to protect her, and he hated that he felt it. It was not in his nature to care. He did not care about people. He cared about results. Yet Iris brought out something in him that he had not seen before. Or maybe he had seen it long

Luca’s POVLuca sat in the underground room he used for work that no one outside his circle knew existed. It was buried under the mansion Dante gave him. The walls were covered in files, maps, and photographs. A long table sat in the middle with laptops, wires, and two phones. If secrecy had a smell, anyone who walked into the underground room would definitely smell it. Luca liked this room. It was the only place where he could lie, plan, cheat, and sin without anyone seeing his face.He cracked his neck and opened the first file. Vincenzo Carbone. He hissed at the name. A clown that always wished he was a wolf.Luca tapped his phone, called one of his men, and leaned back.“Heard you were looking for some spice this night,” the man on the other end said.“I need more than spice. I need truth,” Luca replied.“The fuck you want to know?”“Vincenzo Carbone. What is he doing these days? I need everything. If he farts, I need to know the smell.”The man chuckled. “You tracking him for the