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“NEVER LET AND OLD FLAME BURN YOU TWICE.”DANTE.Luca, being Luca, immediately extends his hand to the kid. "Hey, little one. Nice to meet you."Isabella just stares at him. Then at me. Then back at Luca. She doesn't take his hand. Doesn't smile. Just looks at us like we're intruders in her home.Which, I suppose, we are.Luca slowly drops his hand, looking amused. "Wow. You are really Marco's kid. So grumpy already. What are you, six going on forty?""I'm six and three-quarters," Isabella says seriously. "And I'm not grumpy. I just don't talk to strangers.""Smart kid." Luca grins. "I like her already."I don't say anything. Can't say anything. Because I'm too busy staring at this child."Why is your hand hurt?" Isabella asks suddenly, looking at me.Everyone at the table goes still."Isabella, that's rude—" Sofia starts."It's fine." I look at the little girl who's studying me with way too much intelligence for someone so young. "I broke a glass. By accident.""You should be more ca
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
"DON’T BE TOO SWEET OR THEY WOULD EAT YOU”DANTE.Marco's face pales slightly but he holds my gaze. "I didn't know. I had no idea she was your Sofia until you showed up. She never told me your name. Just that she was with a guy that abadoned her.""I didn't abandon her.""She doesn't know that." Marco's voice softens just slightly. "From her perspective, you left and never came back. Can you blame her for moving on?"I can't. That's the hell of it. I can't blame her for anything she did to survive. But it doesn't change what I'm going to do."Your man stays here, but" Marco says finally. "He doesn't wander the house at night. He doesn't intimidate my staff. And he doesn't interact with Sofia or Isabella unless absolutely necessary.""Agreed. On one condition.""What?""You give me space to talk to Sofia. To fix things with her. You don't interfere."Marco's laugh is bitter. "You want me to help you steal my wife?""She's not really your wife though, is she?" I watch his expression car
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
“IF YOU FALL I WILL ALWAYS BE THERE”__FLOOR.DANTE.Luca arrives like a hurricane in human form. I released a pre–stressed sigh, because I know just hou much chaos he is about to bring."Dante! Where the hell are you, man? This place is huge. What, Marco needs a castle to compensate for something?"I close my eyes and count to three. This is why I usually prefer Nico. Nico is quiet. Professional. Knows when to shut up.Luca has never known when to shut up in his entire life."Kitchen," I call out, bracing myself.He appears in the doorway moments later, grinning like an idiot. He's bigger than Nico by a good thirty pounds of muscle, covered in tattoos that sleeve both arms and creep up his neck. His hair is longer, messier. He looks like exactly what he is—an unhinged enforcer who enjoys his job way too much."There he is!" Luca drops his duffel bag and crosses the kitchen in three strides, pulling me into a rough hug that makes my ribs protest. "Miss me?""It's been twelve hours.""T
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
“MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON MY ENEMIES CAUSE I WON’T”DANTE.We're walking to the car now. Nico's driving—my hand is useless, blood soaking through the towel again. I lean my head back against the seat and close my eyes.Seven years. Seven years I've been searching for her. And now that I've found her, now that I know she's real and alive and close enough to touch, I'm supposed to just walk away because she's married to my cousin?No.Not happening.I don't care if it takes weeks or months. I don't care if I have to dismantle every wall she's built. I don't care if she fights me every step of the way.She's mine. Has always been mine. And I'm going to prove it to her.Even if it destroys me in the process."I'll have Luca on a plane tonight." Nico's voice breaks through my thoughts. "He can be here by tomorrow afternoon.""Take the private jet." I open my eyes, looking at him. "Both of you. You fly to Colombia on it, Luca flies back on it. I don't want to miss a second. The longer those Ru
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER TWENTY
“DON’T RUN, YOU WILL ONLY DIE TIRED.”DANTE.He pulls out his phone, shows me a series of messages. "The Bratva made their move. Hit three of our shipments in the last forty-eight hours. Killed fifteen of our guys. Took one of our warehouses—the one with the European shipment."My blood, which was already running cold, turns to ice. "How much did they get?""Fifty million in weapons. Plus the advance payment from the European buyers." Nico's jaw is tight. "The buyers are pissed. They're threatening to take their business elsewhere if we don't deliver or refund within the week.""Fuck." I press the towel harder against my bleeding hand. "How did the Russians know which warehouse? Which shipments?""That's the question, isn't it?" Nico's eyes are hard. "Someone talked. Someone in our organization gave them intel. Otherwise, there's no way they could've coordinated hits that precise."A mole. We have a mole.The implications are staggering. If someone in our organization is working with
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER NINETEEN
“FIND WHAT YOU LOVE AND LET IT KILL YOU”DANTE."I love Marco very much."Sofia's voice echoes in my head, the words cutting deeper each time I replay them."He's my husband. He's been good to me. He has given me everything I need."I take another drink. The bartender is giving me looks—I've been here for two hours, barely moving, just sitting and drinking and trying to make sense of what the hell happened tonight.I found her.After seven years of searching, of carrying her picture like a talisman, of surviving hell just to get back to her—I found her.And she's married to my cousin.And she says she loves him."And you're nothing to me anymore."My hand tightens on the glass."Forget we ever had anything together. Because I have. Marco is my husband. The man I love."The glass is getting warm from my grip. I can feel the pressure building, my knuckles white around it."The man who would never abandon me the way you did."That one hurt the most. Because she's right. I did abandon her
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