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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: THE RESCUE

Author: Bara
last update publish date: 2026-07-05 00:03:02

Dante’s POV

The meeting is dragging.

My uncle’s been talking for twenty minutes straight about the Colombians, detailing every shipment, every margin, every goddamn decimal like I don’t already have the numbers memorized.

I want to be home. With Lena. In my bed. Where I can remind her exactly who she belongs to.

But I can’t have this conversation there. Not with her in the next room. There are things she doesn’t need to hear.

“Dante.”

My uncle’s voice cuts through my thoug
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