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CHAPTER NINETY ONE
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2026-05-14 22:33:23
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HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) HIS SWEET ADDICTION--33
NICOI stare at the briefcase.At the photographs. At the man who claims to be my father. At all of it laid out on the table between us like evidence in a case I did not ask to be part of. None of it changes anything. At least that is what I tell myself, standing in a room in Russia looking at pictures of two newborn boys being held by a man in a mask."This isn't going to do shit."The Alchemist remains silent. I look at him. "You think showing me a few old photographs is going to make me suddenly accept you?" I shake my head. "You think I'm going to walk out of here and tell Luca that we have a father we've never known about?" I almost laugh at the image of it. "What do you think Luca would do if he heard all this?" I don't wait for an answer because I already know it and so does he. "He'd put a bullet through your head."The Alchemist doesn't react.I step closer. "And that's exactly why you didn't go through him first, isn't it?" His head tilts slightly. "You know how unpredictabl
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) HIS SWEET ADDICTION
NICOI turned toward the door. I had heard enough. More than enough. I didn't care what he claimed to know about me or Luca, didn't care about his inheritance speech, and I certainly wasn't about to steal a ledger for a man who had materialized out of nowhere and expected me to take his word for something this large. I took two steps."Nico."I stopped. His voice wasn't loud. It didn't need to be — it had the particular quality of a voice that has never needed volume to make people stop. I turned my head slowly.. "I left you and Luca in Dante's father's care."I stared at him. "What?""You heard me." He walked toward me, his footsteps measured and unhurried against the marble. "How did you think you ended up growing up with Dante?"I said nothing."By accident?" A faint trace of something moved through his voice. "No." He stopped a few feet away. "I made it happen."My brows pulled together. "You?""Me." He pointed toward me. "I made sure Dante's father—Giuseppe took you both in. I m
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) HIS SWEET ADDICTION--31
NICOI was beginning to hate invitations.Especially invitations from the Alchemist. Every time one of his men came looking for me I had the same thought before I could stop it — what the hell does he want now? I had already spent more time in Russia than I intended. More time than was comfortable. More time than I could justify on the basis of an alliance meeting that should have concluded days ago.I wanted answers about my parents. I wanted to understand what Salvatore had actually been telling me in that café. And somewhere in this building, in this country, behind whatever walls the Alchemist had put between us, I needed to find Vivian. None of that was something I was going to hand to this man willingly. Not yet. Maybe not ever.The doors opened. I stepped inside alone. The Alchemist stood near the enormous windows with his back toward me — the same position he always seems to choose, like he has decided that making people look at his back while they approach is a kind of power.
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) HIS SWEET ADDICTION-- 30
DANTE.The house is quieter than it has been in years.No phones ringing. No meetings running over time. No men waiting outside my office with problems that apparently cannot survive until morning. Just my family, in the sitting room, with toys scattered across the carpet and the particular low-key chaos of small children who have decided that evening is their most energetic hour.I sit back and watch Sofia on the floor with the children. She has been working all day — I know because I know her schedule and I know the look she carries at the end of a long one — and somehow she still found the energy to come down here and be present for this. That is a thing about her that I have never fully gotten used to, how she shows up for them even when she has already given most of what she has. But I can see the worry underneath it. The way she checks her phone when she thinks nobody is watching. The small thing that happens in her expression when the screen shows nothing. She has been doing it
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) HIS SWEET ADDICTION--29
VIVIANPain has settled into every part of me now, the kind that stops being sharp and becomes constant instead — my back burning with every movement, muscles still tight from the fight, even breathing too deeply pulling at things I would rather not think about. I have been in this room long enough that I have memorized the ceiling.I turn my head toward the door. Still locked. Of course it is. I have no idea how long I have been here. No windows, no natural light, no way to track time except by the gaps between when someone comes to check on me. The Alchemist has not returned. I cannot decide if that is a good thing or a bad one. Probably both, the way most things with him are both simultaneously.The door opens. Malachi walks in carrying a tray. He stops when he sees me sitting against the headboard, and his eyes move over me once — quick, assessing — and then away. He does not ask how I feel. I look terrible and we both know it and saying so would not help either of us."Eat."I lo
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) HIS SWEET ADDICTION--28
NICOThe room is quiet and oddly peaceful, which is exactly what makes me keep my guard up.I scan everything as I enter — the layout, the exits, the positions of anything that could be used or could be a problem. Not paranoia. Habit. The kind that keeps you alive long enough to develop other habits. The Alchemist inviting me here alone was already a problem before I walked through the door. I know it. He probably knows I know it. That is the kind of meeting this is. He sits behind a large dark desk, face hidden behind the same mask I have seen since I arrived. The only things visible are his eyes — sharp, calm, doing the same kind of reading I am doing, just with considerably more patience about it. I take the chair opposite him. Neither of us speaks. The silence stretches for a few seconds and then he leans back in his chair with the ease of a man who has been in this room many times and always controlled what happened in it."You and I both know you didn't come here simply because
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR ~~~
“I WANT HIM TO KNOW THAT I AM HERE FOR HIM WITH OPEN HEART, OPEN MOUTH AND OPEN LEGS.”SOFIADante didn’t waste a second.He dragged me across the seat and into his lap, one big hand cupping the back of my neck as his mouth crashed down on mine. The kiss was deep, hungry, seven years of pent-up nee
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER SIXTY THREE
"She walked in and the whole world forgot to breathe. So did I."DANTEI'm standing at the bottom of the staircase checking my cufflinks when I hear her.Not footsteps exactly. More like the air in the house changes. The way a room shifts when something significant enters it.I look up.And I forge
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER SIX
“I HATE THAT I AM STILL HOPING.”SOFIA.The car ride was suffocating.I sit in the passenger seat of Marco's Mercedes, my hands folded in my lap, staring out the window at the city lights blurring past. He's driving in silence, both hands on the wheel, his jaw tight. The only sound is the low hum o
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER FIVE
“IF I CAN’T BEND HEAVEN, I WILL RAISE HELL.”DANTE."The Arena?" Rico sounded intrigued. "That place is legendary. Heard stories about it even down here.""Yeah, well, it's where the old guard goes to pretend they're still relevant. Perfect place for politics." I finish my whiskey and pour another.
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