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Chapter 43 – The Call That Shifted The Blame
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DARING THE MAFIA DON MR DANTE Chapter 43 – The Call That Shifted The Blame
Dante’s POVThe house was calm, but it was not peaceful.Dante felt it in his bones. That quiet that sat too heavy, like the air itself was waiting to crack. He sat on the couch with his back straight, one arm resting along the leather armrest, the other loose on his thigh. His eyes stayed on the wide glass windows, even though nothing outside moved.Iris sat across from him, legs tucked beneath her, phone resting on her lap. She looked relaxed at first glance, but Dante knew better. Her shoulders were tense. Her jaw tightened every few seconds. She was listening, not to the room, but to the silence.They had been like this for over an hour.Not talking much. Not touching much. Just existing in the same space, alert.Dante hated waiting.Waiting meant lack of control. Waiting meant someone else was making moves while he stood still. But this was necessary. Some things could not be rushed, no matter how much it pissed him off.Iris finally broke the silence. “You’ve been staring at tha
DARING THE MAFIA DON MR DANTE Chapter 42 – Dared to Bleed
Luca’s POVLuca shut the door with so much force that the sound echoed through the room. The heavy bang felt good. Too good. His chest was tight, his head hot, and his hands were shaking with rage. He was beyond angry. He was pissed enough to do something stupid. Pissed enough to tell Iris the one secret he had been holding together for his boss. The secret about Dante.Dante had pushed him. Not just pushed him back, but pushed him into a wall like he was nothing. Like Luca was some random fool off the street and not family. The worst part was not even the shove. It was Dante’s mouth. The way he had told him where to stand. Where to fall. Like Luca was a dog he could order around.Who the fuck did that?Luca dragged a hand through his hair and paced the room. His thoughts kept crashing into each other. He could still hear Dante’s voice in his head. Cold and certain. Like Luca had crossed a line that only Dante was allowed to cross.He stopped walking and laughed once, dry and bitter.
DARING THE MAFIA DON MR DANTE Chapter 41 – Loyalty Disfigured
Dante’s POVDante ended the call and stood still for a moment, phone still in his hand.His room felt tighter than usual. Same glass walls. Same king sized bed. Same city view from the penthouse that usually made him feel untouchable. Right now, it meant nothing.Iris was coming home.That was the only thing keeping his chest from caving in.He ran a hand over his face, jaw tight. He had not planned to say what he said on the phone. It came out raw. Ugly. Desperate. He hated that it had slipped. He hated that she had that kind of power over him.The thought of her leaving crawled under his skin like poison.Never think of leaving me.The words replayed in his head. He meant them. Every fucked up part of him meant them.The door opened less than twenty minutes later.Dante looked up instantly.Iris walked in, bag on her shoulder, eyes caving in, face tight. She did not look scared. She looked focused. That alone unsettled him.He crossed the room in three steps and cupped her face, che
DARING THE MAFIA DON MR DANTE Chapter 40 – Pretty Lies
Iris’ POVThe law firm building still smelled the same. Cold air. Paper. Coffee that had been reheated too many times. It should have felt normal. Familiar. Safe.But it did not.Iris stepped out of the elevator and walked straight toward her office, her heels clicking against the floor. Every sound felt loud. Her phone sat heavy in her bag. Her father’s call still echoed in her head. The timing. The way Dante had gone still, like he already knew that call meant trouble.She pushed it aside. One problem at a time.She was here for work. Real work. The kind that used her brain, not her body. The kind that reminded her she existed outside Dante Moretti’s bed.She dropped her bag on her chair and turned on her computer. Emails flooded in. Motions. Deadlines. Clients panicking over nothing. Hugh’s name displayed in her inbox more than once. That alone made her jaw tighten.Hugh never sent useless emails. Everything he did had a motive. Purpose. A hidden angle. She was still amazed that a
DARING THE MAFIA DON MR DANTE Chapter 39 – Bad Timing And Blood Ties
Dante’s POVThe room was so quiet that the only sound breaking it was the slow, steady tap of Kelly’s latest designer shoes against the marble floor. Dante had taken them off earlier, then slipped them back on, then off again. He had been doing that for almost an hour without realizing it. He was taking far too much time getting ready for work, and it was not because he cared about his looks. His mind refused to stay in one place.He paced around his bedroom, moving from the window to the mirror, then back again. His thoughts kept drifting back to what had happened the other day, and no matter how hard he tried to shove them away, they came right back, louder and heavier.“Morgan,” he muttered under his breath.The name tasted bitter in his mouth. He still did not understand why Morgan had called him so suddenly, and at such a fucking wrong time. Of all times. Of all days. Morgan had chosen now, after years of hiding like a ghost, living freely, pretending the past never happened. Pre
DARING THE MAFIA DON MR DANTE Chapter 38 – No Soft Landing
Iris’ POV“Hey.”Dante’s low and rough voice filled the room. Too calm for how close he was.It was morning. Quiet. Too quiet for his penthouse. The silence told her everything. He had sent the housekeepers away. Again. He did that whenever he wanted control over a space, or over her.Iris jolted awake and sucked in a breath before she could stop herself. Dante was seated beside her bed, close enough that his knee brushed her thigh. Close enough that his scent wrapped around her like a warning. Clean soap, woody, and something darker that always made her body react before her brain could catch up.She hated that part.“What are you doing here?” she asked.Her voice came out steady, even though her heart was racing. She did not mention the nightmare she just had. The blood. Her father’s face. The sound that never left her head. She had barely slept after it, and the truth was simple. She hated that she liked seeing him there. She hated that after that nightmare, the first thing that ma
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