Se connecterHere is the edited version with the explicit language, sensitive themes, and inappropriate phrasing removed, focusing instead on the dramatic romance and tension of the plot: He's my father's best friend, but in my mind, he's the only one who matters. Dante Salazar has always held a power over me, right from when I was young, and even after being pushed away by him, I couldn't let go of my obsession. Two years later, seeing him again immediately brought back all those intense, overwhelming feelings. He's powerful, dangerous, and everything I shouldn't be craving, but whenever he's near, all I want to do is give in to his command. When my father unexpectedly placed me under Dante's protection, I seized the opportunity to finally get close to him. I was determined to prove that I could be everything he wanted—wild, devoted, and completely his. From that moment on, we crossed a line, and I became his deep, hidden secret. "You're mine now," he tells me, sparking a fire I can't contain. I've always wanted to please him, and our hidden affair is incredibly thrilling. But secrets don't stay buried forever, and when my father finds out what his best friend has been doing? All hell will break loose.
Voir plus“You should have stayed dead to me,” Damson said quietly the moment the door closed, his voice controlled but shaking underneath, and I stayed seated while my eyes moved between the woman standing in front of us and the man beside me, already feeling that something had gone very wrong in a way I had not planned for.The woman smiled slowly, the kind of smile that did not reach the eyes, heavy makeup sitting on her face like armor, perfume thick in the room, and she tilted her head slightly as if studying Damson from a distance even though they were only a few steps apart.“I do not go by that name anymore,” she replied calmly, her voice smooth and practiced, “if you are going to speak to me, you will call me Madam Natasha J.”Damson let out a quiet breath that sounded like it had been trapped in his chest for years.“Mitchell,” he said again, firmer now, “you can change your name, your face, your life, but you cannot erase who you are.”I frowned, my attention snapping fully to her no
Chapter 43Dante’s POV“We cannot just storm the place,” I said, leaning over the table with the map spread out between us, my finger tapping the building layout while Damson stood across from me with his jaw tight and his eyes hard like he was already halfway into a battlefield, “I know that is your instinct and believe me it is mine too but there are too many things we do not know and too many ways this can go wrong.”“She is my daughter,” Damson replied, his voice low but sharp, his hands pressing flat on the table as if holding himself back, “and I have men, resources, authority, I can pull strings you cannot and I can bring this place down in one night.”“And that is exactly why we cannot do that,” I said, meeting his stare without backing down, “because someone in authority is already helping them and if we move loud they will know before we even get to the door and Lily will disappear again or worse.”He exhaled through his nose, clearly angry but listening, and I pressed on be
DANTE’S POV“You did what,” I asked immediately, my voice tight as I leaned back in the chair, my hand tightening around the edge of the desk as if it could anchor me against the weight of what I was hearing, and even though I tried to remain calm I could feel my pulse rising because I had spent days thinking that Lily was gone and that every lead was cold and that nothing could save her and now Damson words had thrown everything into a new light.“I implanted a tracker when she was still a child,” Damson said calmly, leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed, his military posture straight and rigid even though he was here in my office and not on a mission, “I had to make sure that if anything ever happened to her and she was in danger we would have some way of finding her.”“You what,” I repeated, more slowly this time, my chest tightening, “you implanted a tracker in her body when she was a kid, and you never told me.”“I did not tell anyone,” he said, “because the technology is
DANTE’S POV“I should have called you earlier,” I said into the empty office, my voice sounding rough and unfamiliar as it echoed back to me without answer.The chair across my desk was empty and the silence in the house pressed down on me harder than any enemy ever had, because every room reminded me that Lily was still missing and that time was slipping through my fingers while I stood still, afraid of one call I had avoided for too long.I sat there with my phone in my hand, turning it over slowly like the weight of it could change if I looked at it long enough, because calling her father meant saying the words out loud, it meant admitting failure, and failure was something I had never allowed to exist around me.“You do not lose,” I muttered to myself, gripping the phone tighter.But Lily was gone.And every hour that passed made the danger feel heavier in my chest, sharper, more real, because the longer she stayed missing the more I imagined what could be happening to her, what s
DANTE’S POVI left work earlier than planned and rushed through meetings I normally would have dragged out just to assert control, because my mind had been elsewhere all day and no amount of discipline could force it back into place, and every time someone spoke to me I found myself nodding while t
LILY’S POVGeneva’s eyes dropped to the table beside me where my phone was lying and before I could even react she reached for it casually like she was picking up something unimportant, and I felt a sharp pull of panic in my chest as I watched her turn it over in her hand slowly, studying it for ha
LILY’S POVThe messages did not stop after that first morning.At first it was just one clip.Then another.Then another again.Short pieces of the video that I knew too well, pieces cut out of the recording I had stupidly made that night in the hotel, and every time a new message appeared my chest
Lily’s PovHe thought he could control me. He thought he could lock me in his house and forbid me from living my life. The way he pinned me to the wall and fingered me until I squirted, it wasn't just about sex. It was about power. He wanted to own me, body and soul, and I let him for a moment. I l
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