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Chapter 58: Consequences Of Going Against Me

Author: Oma Green
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-09 02:09:59

Dante’s POV

I told myself claiming Gianna in front of everyone was what she deserved.... for letting another man touch her. But then I saw the panic in her eyes, and beneath it, something that looked too much like desire. Every muscle in me rebelled at the sight.

Still, I let her go. Call it mercy, if that word even fits me. She needed to breathe.... maybe it had all been too much.

The moment she left, Luther cornered me, droning about alliances and future business. I nodded when I had to, but I wasn’t hearing a damn thing. My eyes stayed on Gianna as she slipped through the crowd and fled the hall, like the air between us had burned her.

Then I saw Niccolò move after her. At first, I thought I was imagining it, but instinct doesn’t lie. The bastard’s pace quickened.... too eager, too smooth. He thought he could be slick.

I cut Luther off and went after them, keeping my steps casual so nobody noticed. By the time I reached the restroom door, they were inside. I stopped at the frame, f
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