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CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR: THE CRACKS

作者: Bara
last update 公開日: 2026-07-23 00:00:00

Dante’s POV

I wake up to the weight of her in my arms

She’s curled into my chest, one hand fisted in my shirt, the other resting low on her stomach. Her hair’s a mess across my pillow. She looks... peaceful.

The kind of peaceful I haven’t seen from her in months.

How the hell is she supposed to run this family when the world wants her dead?

The thought hits before I can stop it.

God. She’s tougher than half the men in my organization. But toughn
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