INICIAR SESIÓNIsabella POV
His blue eyes were vicious steady, fearless, and devoid of mercy. Death didn’t threaten him. If anything, he welcomed it. He pressed the accelerator harder, the van vibrating like it was seconds from launching off the icy road. “Let go,” he warned, voice low and lethal, “or we both die.”
He meant it. And death would defeat the entire purpose of whatever he wanted from me. I released his arm and sank back into my seat. Only then did he ease up on the gas.
He slowed just before the bend, turning the van smoothly through the curve, regaining full control like the near crash never happened. We rolled forward again, the snowbanks tall on either side of the abandoned winter road. I leaned my forehead against the frozen window and exhaled shakily. “Fuck.”
“I admire that you’re brave,” he said calmly. “I don’t admire that you’re stupid.”
I didn’t bother looking at him. “Let me go. I won’t breathe a word to my family. We’ll pretend this never happened. You don’t want this. If they find out you killed me, they’ll hunt you until you’re gone. And they’ll take your whole family down with you.”
“Well,” he said, voice flat, “they already killed my family. So that’s one thing off their to do list.”
My head snapped toward him. “What?”
He didn’t even blink. “And I don’t care if they come for me. Gives me a chance to finish killing the rest of them. Letting you go isn’t an option. I want them to know I killed you. I want them to feel it. Letting you go would rob me of my revenge. Trust me I’m going to kill you. I just need to make it worth it.” “But you found me by accident.”
His voice dropped to a chilling whisper. “Was it an accident?”
A shiver shot down my spine. “What did my family ever do to you? They’re peaceful. You must be”
“I’m not confused.”
He turned onto a rough, narrow road, the tires crunching sharply over the frozen ground as we approached the lake. In summer, this place was filled with tourists. Now, in the dead of winter, it was deserted. No witnesses, no help and chance.
“What about the man in the back?” I asked quietly. “Was he just in the wrong place at the wrong time?”
“I wouldn’t worry about him,” he said. “You’re still breathing, so you should be worrying about yourself.” He killed the engine and got out.
My chest tightened. Panic clawed its way up my throat. For the first time, I truly felt death closing in. My family, my parents, my brother they’d never recover from losing me. Their grief would be far worse than whatever he did to my body. Think, Isabella, think.
He opened the rear doors and dragged out the other man’s corpse. My stomach twisted. “What are you doing?”
“Throwing him into the lake.”
He pulled the body across the snow, heading toward the pier.
The keys were in his pocket. No escape but I yanked open the panel under the steering wheel anyway and stared at a maze of wires. I had no idea what I was doing. So I ripped them all out.
If he killed me, maybe the van wouldn’t start again. Maybe he’d freeze to death out here and that was good.
As I leaned over, I noticed something metal under his seat. I glanced outside he was almost at the end of the pier. I grabbed the object and it was a gun.
A real fucking gun, I checked the chamber just one round, I couldn’t miss.
He kicked the body into the lake and began heading back. My hands trembled from adrenaline and fear, but I forced myself to breathe. To focus, I slipped out of the van quietly, the gun hidden at my side.
He was massive six three at least, all muscle and power. His blue eyes locked on me like he already knew my fate. “Your turn, baby.”
“Don’t call me baby.” I lifted the gun and fired.
The bullet caught him in the shoulder, not the heart, he barely flinched. His face didn’t change. Not pain or fear. Nothing. A tiny jerk of his body, and that was like he’d just gotten a vaccine shot.
Then his expression shifted into something darker, possessive and territorial hungry. His chest rose with a sharp breath, adrenaline spiking. He didn’t reach for his gun. Instead, he charged.
I lifted the weapon to hit him, but he seized my wrist mid air and slammed it against the van, then forced me to drop the gun. It hit the snow as he pinned me. His hand yanked my hair, then his mouth crashed onto mine. He kissed me.
Aggressively and desperately. Like he’d been fighting the urge since the minute he took me. His body pressed into mine, heat trapping me between him and the cold metal of the van. His breath filled my lungs. The world went silent except for the pounding of my pulse.
His mouth moved over mine like he owned every part of me. He kissed me like no man ever had bold, consuming, hungry. His erection pressed against me, thick and hard. He was a monster and somehow, even knowing that I kissed him back.
His blood warmed my fingers as it dripped from his jacket to mine. He was bleeding badly, but he didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow down. He kissed me harder, like the pain fueled him.
His tongue found mine, coaxing no, demanding a response I couldn’t fight. The kiss was scorching, dangerous and electric then he pulled away abruptly, leaving my lips cold and my breath unsteady. “Get in the van.”
He grabbed the empty gun, climbed in, and started the engine like nothing had happened.
I stayed frozen against the door, trying to process the insanity of what just occurred. I tried to kill him and he kissed me.
The horn blared, I jolted, scrambled into the passenger seat, and buckled up. “Does that mean you aren’t going to kill me?”
He pulled onto the main road, turning in a direction we hadn’t come from. “Oh, I’m definitely going to kill you.”
Dante POV“Okay…” She cleared her throat, concentrating on my eyes. “I just”, I dropped the towel in front of her, not caring if she looked at my dick even when I was soft, I was impressive but when I was hard, I was a behemoth..“Uh…wow…okay.”I turned to my dresser and pulled out a pair of black boxers, a wide grin on my face. I pulled them up to my waist then turned back to her. “I’ve seen you naked, now you’ve seen me.”Isabella cheeks were slightly red, despite her olive skin and it was the first time she appeared somewhat flustered even when I threw her on the floor and threatened to kill her, she didn’t lose her cool but looking at my fat cock made her shy.It was cute, I stood in front of her in just my black boxers. “Yes?”She crossed her arms over her chest, pressing her tits tightly together. “Are you going to finish getting dressed?”“I am dressed.” Some people thought a suit or armor was the most intimidating clothes to wear, but I disagreed.A strong naked man was far more
Isabella POVMy thoughts faded away as dante kissed me harder, giving me his tongue. He breathed into my mouth and moaned directly into my lungs and his hand dug into my hair, fisting it as he gathered more hair into his grasp.My hands explored his body, feeling the slabs of concrete all over his physique, his pecs were thick like rocks, and his stomach was marked with grooves between his eight pack even his skin was hot like fire, and my fingertips burned as I touched him. My hands moved to his back next, and I felt all the muscles I’d already stared at.He was so powerful and the most powerful man I’d ever touched. I felt like I was touching a beast that couldn’t be tamed. He was all man, from head to toe. I’d never been with a man who felt so purely masculine.Dante even kissed me better than any man ever had and nothing about this was romantic. It was carnal and instinctual, but it frothed with distinct passion.How could I enjoy kissing someone I hated?I moved for his jeans nex
Isabella POVMy heart slammed against my ribs. “You’re… going to do it?”Dante paused with his hand on the doorknob and looked back at me, those sharp blue eyes unreadable. “I already told you, Isabella.It doesn’t matter that I respect you. It doesn’t matter that I’m attracted to you.” His voice was calm too calm. “This is bigger than both of us. I will kill you. And I won’t lose sleep over it.”When the door opened again, he stood in the same clothes, his presence darker than before.I stayed on the bed, unable to move. “We can do this the easy way,” he said flatly, “or the hard way.”A tremor rolled through me. My time was up and my family didn’t even know I was missing. My mother would break and my father… I’d never seen him cry, but he would.I wanted to beg not for my life, but to spare them the pain. “How?” My throat tightened. “How are you going to do it?”He stepped inside the room, gaze empty. “You’re better off not knowin
Isabella POVDante led me up the staircase without a word. His presence filled the narrow hallway, his shoulders nearly brushing the walls as he guided me toward a room on the second floor. “Michael left clothes for you on the bed,” he said quietly as he opened the door. He didn’t step inside or wait.He simply turned away, dismissing me as if the conversation were already over and my confusion only deepened. “I thought you were planning to kill me.”He paused, turning slowly. He was still shirtless his shirt and jacket had been soaked through with his own blood even injured, he looked carved from something stronger than stone.He was massive, tall enough to feel like a wall and dangerous enough to make the air feel charged.The only soft part of him was his eyes those unreal blue eyes. They didn’t match the violence in his posture or the cruelty in his voice.They were too warm, too beautiful, far too gentle to belong to a ma
Dante POVIf she knew how stunning she looked when fury lit her face, she’d weaponize it. A shame beauty didn’t earn mercy. I still planned to kill her and drop her body at the Barsetti estate like a message carved in bone. She was paying for the sins of her parents, the same way I’d paid for mine. “They destroyed everything I had.” Her voice quieted. “How?”“They murdered my father. After that, his enemies stripped my mother of every cent, every piece of protection he ever had. She had nothing left not even safety. She turned to prostitution just to feed us.” My jaw tightened. “A client killed her and dumped her in a trash bin. When I was ten.”For the first time since she’d fallen into my world, Isabella sharp eyes softened. The anger didn’t vanish, but it shifted like she’d opened a window to let in compassion she didn’t want to feel. “I’m sorry about your mother.”She didn’t say it lightly. Isabella didn’t apologiz
Dante POVThe woman’s name was Isabella Conti, black hair like ink, olive skin kissed by the Italian sun, and those striking green eyes that cut straight through the dark. The first time I saw her, I was seconds away from carving her open right there on the sidewalk. The knife was already in my hand when a sliver of light hit her face and I recognized her.I didn’t plan it, I didn’t stalk her. She simply crossed the wrong alley at the perfect moment. I don’t believe in destiny, but I do believe in karma and karma delivers exactly what’s owed.She walked right to me because she was meant to. Because I needed her. Because the blood war wasn’t over it had only been sleeping.I drove away from the lake and turned left, steering up the winding mountain road toward the property I’d bought years ago. No neighbors or witnesses. Just unforgiving terrain and the perfect isolation for the things I needed to do.Isabella was silent bes







