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CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT
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HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) HIS SWEET ADDICTION--39
VIVIAN"He wouldn't."I shake my head, the movement pulling at the pain in my back but I do not care. "Nico would not give you the ledger."The Alchemist laughs. Low and amused and the kind of sound that gets under your skin regardless of how much you prepare for it. "Yes, he would.""No.""Because of you."My stomach twists. He steps closer and I make myself hold still, made myself not move back, because giving ground to this man — even a single step — feels like losing something I cannot afford to lose right now."You know by now that he is my son, don't you?"I glare at him. "That doesn't make him anything like you."His laughter fills the room again, easy and unbothered, the laughter of someone who finds being contradicted genuinely entertaining. "He is just like me.""No.""I see it in his eyes, Vivian." He taps a finger against his temple. "The darkness follows in his blood."I shake my head. "Nico is nothing like you."The Alchemist tilts his head. "You know that's not true." H
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) HIS SWEET ADDICTION--38
VIVIANI had never felt this helpless before.Not when I was young. Not when I had lost everything that had ever meant anything to me. Not when I had been forced to learn how to survive in a world where weakness was something people smelled on you before they decided what to do with it. I had been in difficult rooms. I had been in dangerous situations. I had been afraid in ways that required me to function anyway because there was no alternative.But this was different.I was locked inside a room with no windows and no clock and no way to know what was happening on the other side of the door. I had no information. No tools. No ability to move or plan or act on anything. Just four walls and the particular weight of not knowing, which I have always found more difficult than knowing even the worst things.I hated it. I hated every second of it in a specific and thorough way.But knowing Nico was out there made it easier. Not completely — nothing could make this situation actually easier.
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) HIS SWEET ADDICTION--37
NICOThe call ends.For a few seconds I stand in the middle of the corridor with my phone still pressed against my ear like the conversation is going to continue if I just hold on long enough. Then I slowly lower it.What the fuck does Dante know?That is the first question. The second is how. Dante had been away, deliberately kept away from all of this, by me specifically. As far as I had structured things, the only people who knew what was actually happening here were me, Vivian, the Alchemist, and whoever was working behind the scenes on pieces I still didn't have the full picture of. So how had information reached Dante? And more importantly — what had reached him?My grip tightens around the phone.Dante doesn't get angry without a reason. Especially not with me. We have a working relationship that has survived eleven years of impossible situations and it runs on a particular kind of trust that is not easily rattled. But the voice on that call had been too calm. Too controlled. T
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) HIS SWEET ADDICTION--36
The worst part about loving someone is knowing exactly what you would destroy for them.NICOVivian's expression changes. The small smile disappears, and suddenly she looks terrified — not because of what has been done to her, not because of the room or the pain or any of the physical things. Because of something she has just remembered. Something that is making her afraid in a specific, directed way."Nico." She looks at me. "There's something I have to tell you.""I know."She blinks. "What?"I take a slow breath. "The Alchemist."Her face goes completely still. "He told me."For a second she just stares at me. Then her brows pull together. "He told you?"I nod. "He says he's my father."Vivian's lips part. "You know?""Yeah, baby." I reach for her hand. "I know.""But how?""I spoke to him."Her eyes search mine. "You spoke to him?""Before I came in here.""And he told you?""He showed me pictures." I don't mention the rest — the way he spoke about leaving us behind, the way he ex
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) HIS SWEET ADDICTION--35
Seeing the person you love broken is a different kind of torture. One that leaves no wound on your skin, but somehow makes every part of you bleed. DAMIENBefore I left, I asked to see Vivian.The Alchemist didn't hesitate. Maybe he thought letting me see her would make me more desperate, more willing to hand over whatever he asked for. Maybe he thought seeing exactly what he had done to her would break what was left of my resolve. Either way, I didn't care about his reasoning. I just needed to see her.The moment the door opened, I stepped inside.My eyes swept the room immediately. It was a mess in the specific way of a room where someone has fought — not panicked, not thrashed around, but actually fought. The small table was knocked over. One of the chairs was broken. Pieces of glass scattered across the floor in a pattern that told me something had been thrown or smashed deliberately. Scratches along the wall near the door. The sheets half-dragged off the bed onto the floor.She
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) HIS SWEET ADDICTION--34
NICOThe room was getting harder to breathe in. I could see it in the way Vivian's chest moved on the screen — too fast, too shallow, her body working harder than it should have to for something as basic as air. Every cough that came through the speakers scraped against my nerves like something physical. I wanted to tear the screen off the wall. I wanted to put a bullet between the Alchemist's eyes and watch him fall and then find Vivian and get her out of this building and out of this country and somewhere that had nothing to do with any of this.Instead I stood there. Because Vivian had taught me something long before I understood who she really was. Never react when someone wants you to. Especially when they are watching and waiting for it.My eyes stayed on the screen. Vivian pushed herself upright slowly. She looked terrible — hair everywhere, clothes covered in dust, skin pale under the harsh light of that bare room. She looked like someone who had been through something and was
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER FOUR
“PAIN MADE US STRONGER, TEARS MADE US COLDER.”DANTE.The whiskey burns going down, but I barely notice anymore, alcohol over the years became like water to me, which–-well wasn’t such a great thing. I'm sitting in the guest room of Marco's house—my cousin's house, though I haven't seen the bastar
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER THREE
“NOT ALL DEMONS LIVE IN HELL.”SOFIA.I must have dozed off at some point because I woke to the sound of my bedroom door opening.My eyes snap open and I sit up quickly, my heart already racing before I'm even fully awake. The room is still dark but there's a stream of light from the hallway, and M
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER TWO
IF I CAN STILL BREATHE, I’M FINE.SOFIA.I can't sleep.I should be sleeping. I should have taken a pill or had a glass of wine or done something to knock myself out so I wouldn't be lying here obsessing over things that aren't my business. But I can't. My mind won't stop racing, won't stop wonderi
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER ONE
SOFIA.IF I TOLD YOU MY SECRETS YOU WOULD NEVER LOOK AT ME THE SAME.The thing about living with a man who doesn't love you is that you become very good at reading silences.I can tell the difference between Marco's "I'm working" silence and his "I wish you weren't here" silence. Between his "I'm t
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