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HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER SEVENTY FOUR
"NOTHING IN THE WORLD WILL MOVE A MOTHER FASTER THAN HEARING HER CHILD'S NAME IN AN EMERGENCY."SOFIAThe morning comes in slowly.Light through heavy curtains. The particular quiet of a hotel room that exists outside of real life no sounds of a house waking up, no staff moving through hallways, no Isabella padding down to find me before breakfast the way she does at home.Just quiet. Just warmth. Just Dante's arm heavy across my waist and his breathing slow and even against the back of my neck.I lie still for a few minutes and just let myself exist here.That is something I have been learning slowly, in stolen pieces — how to just be in a moment without immediately calculating how it ends or what it costs or what I will have to answer for when it's over. How to just breathe inside something good without already grieving it.Dante does that to me. Makes me want to stay inside moments instead of always looking past them at what's coming.His arm tightens slightly in his sleep, pulling
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE ~~
“SOAK MY HAND LIKE A GOOD GIRL.”SOFIA.Although Dante seemed to act like everything was okay, I knew he hated seeing my kiss Marco even if it was an accident. He even broke the glass in his hand. I really didn’t mean to drop the paper and kiss Marco and I don’t think he meant to do so either, but now all I could think about was the injury on Dante’s hand and what he was planning. The family gathering at Marco’s parents’ house was still in full swing when my phone vibrated in my clutch. I excused myself from the conversation with one of Marco’s aunts, heart already sinking as I slipped into the quieter hallway near the powder room.Dante’s text glowed on the screen.Grand Palace Hotel. Presidential suite. Now.A second message followed almost immediately.**If you aren’t standing in front of me in ten minutes, I will put a bullet in Marco’s head. Don’t test me tonight, Sofia.**My stomach dropped. I knew that tone, even through text. He wasn’t bluffing. Not after what he’d witnessed
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO
ONE WEEK LATER."Jealousy is just love with nowhere to go and no way to breathe."DANTEI am in a good mood when I arrive.That should have been my first warning. Good moods have never lasted long in my life and by now I should know better than to trust them.The drive to Marco's parents' house takes forty minutes from the estate and I spend most of it with the window down, one arm resting on the door, actually enjoying the Italian countryside rolling past in the late afternoon gold. The meeting this morning went well. The alliances are solidifying. The succession vote is closer than it's ever been and every calculation I'm running puts me exactly where I need to be.And Sofia is here.That is the part my brain keeps coming back to. She is forty minutes ahead of me in a car with Marco and his parents and Isabella and in a few minutes I will be in the same room as her again and that simple fact has been sitting warm in my chest the entire drive.I told you. Good mood. Should have known
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE
"The cruelest thing about wanting a life that isn't yours is how clearly you can see exactly what it would look like."DANTEThe meeting runs forty minutes longer than it should.By the time I shake the last hand and walk the last Don to his car and watch the last black vehicle disappear down the estate's long driveway, my jaw aches from holding the same composed expression for three hours straight and I want nothing more than coffee and quiet.I loosen my tie as I walk back through the main entrance. Nico falls into step beside me briefly, already running through the afternoon's outcomes in that efficient way he has — who committed, who hedged, who needs more pressure, who is already secured.I let him talk. I process it. I give the necessary responses.But my mind is already elsewhere.It keeps doing that lately.Finding its way back to them.—----------------------Everywhere was quiet, really quiet. I couldn't hear Isabella constantly fighting with luca or laughing at a stupid jok
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER SEVENTY
“IT IS TIMES LIKE THESE I CHERISH THE MOST.”SOFIA.I am still in my clothes — a light cotton dress, no shoes — which in retrospect was my first mistake because I should have known the moment I got within three feet of the water what was going to happen.I crouch at the edge, intending to sit and dangle my feet in. A reasonable compromise.Dante is right there.He looks up at me from the water, the morning light doing things to his face that are genuinely unfair, and his dark eyes are warm and full of everything from last night and he reaches up and takes my hand."Dante—" I start."Don't," he says. Almost gently."I'm still dressed—""Sofia.""I have a dress on—"He pulls me in.The water hits me all at once, cool and clean and completely shocking, and I surface sputtering and absolutely furious for about two seconds before Isabella's laughter hits me and then I cannot maintain the furious face at all."Dante!" I push wet hair out of my eyes.He is grinning. Fully, properly grinning,
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER SIXTY NINE
"The most painful lies are the ones we tell to protect the people we love the most."SOFIAI hear them before I see them.Isabella's laugh first — that big, uncontained laugh she has that she gets from absolutely no one on my side of the family because none of us have ever laughed like that in our lives. Free and loud and completely unbothered by who might hear it. Then Dante's voice, lower, saying something I can't quite make out, followed immediately by an enormous splash and Isabella screaming with delight.I step out onto the terrace with my coffee still in my hand and stop. We were now back home.The pool at the house is long and blue and catching the morning light in a way that makes everything look warm and a little dreamlike. Isabella is in the shallow end, her dark curls soaked flat against her head, absolutely beside herself with laughter. She is six years old and she has never once in her life been afraid of water and right now she is using that fearlessness to splash Dante
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
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“EVERYONE BECOMES A SAINT WHEN IT’S TIME TO TALK ABOUT OTHERS SIN.”SOFIA.I must have fallen asleep.One minute I'm sitting on the floor of Marco's bedroom, my back against the door, tears drying on my face. The next, I'm jolting awake to the sound of the door being pushed open behind me.I scramb
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“SHE IS SUNSHINE MIXED WITH A LITTLE HURRICANE.”SOFIA.I'm at Marco's door now. The master bedroom at the end of the hall. I never come in here. Marco is particular about his space. But I need Dante to see this. I need him to understand that I share a life with Marco. A bedroom with Marco.Even if
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER EIGHT
FORBIDDEN THINGS HAVE A SECRET CHARM. DANTEThe fight felt good.No, better than good. It felt right. Natural. Like slipping into a second skin that fits perfectly.I'm standing in the small room they use as a makeshift locker area, wrapping my knuckles with fresh bandages. My hands are already st
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