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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY
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2026-06-21 23:52:52
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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) HIS SWEET ADDICTION--27
VIVIANThe first thing I feel is pain.Everywhere, all at once, the kind that has settled into the body rather than arriving fresh, my shoulders aching deep in the joint, my wrists burning where something has held them, my ribs pulling with every breath like they were asked to do too much and haven't forgiven it yet. The fight at the Devil's Jaw lives in every muscle I have.But the worst pain is on my back.A deep burning sensation running from one side of my spine to the other, different from bruising or impact — more deliberate than that, more precise, the kind of pain that was put there rather than happened.I try to move. Metal scrapes beneath me. My eyes open.A chair. My wrists strapped down. My ankles too. I pull once — nothing. Again — nothing. The room is cold in the way that cold is sometimes a choice rather than a circumstance, the temperature of somewhere that wants you to feel it.I lift my head slowly.And then I see him.The Alchemist is sitting across from me, still w
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) HIS SWEET ADDICTION--26
NICOThe walk back from the Devil's Jaw is quieter than the walk there, which is saying something because the walk there was silent enough. The difference is that this silence has more in it — things seen that can't be unseen, questions that arrived during the fight and haven't left yet.Luca talks enough for all three of us, which is his natural state and which I am currently grateful for because it means nobody is looking at my face."I still think the second guy was going to win."Kingston looks at him. "He lost.""Barely.""He was unconscious.""That doesn't mean he wasn't winning before that."I glance at him sideways. "You have the analytical skills of a drunk pigeon."Luca grins. "Thank you.""That wasn't a compliment.""I know." Kingston laughs under his breath and we keep moving through the palace corridors, surrounded by guards who barely acknowledge us — not rudely, just professionally, the way people ignore you when ignoring you is part of the job. The place is quieter now
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) HIS SWEET ADDICTION--25
NICOThe place is enormous in the way that only certain kinds of power can build — dark stone, high ceilings, armed men positioned everywhere without appearing to be positioned anywhere. The kind of architectural confidence that comes from never having had to justify the space you occupy. Luca has been restless since we arrived. He is sitting across from me in the private lounge, fidgeting with that same small toy he picked up somewhere between the airport and here, turning it over in his hands when he is not actively playing with it. Kingston is watching him the way you watch something you've decided not to comment on because commenting would only make it worse.The door opens before the silence gets interesting. Malachi steps inside, looking exactly as he did when he collected us from the airport — calm, unreadable, tattooed, and carrying the specific energy of a man who has seen enough that very little surprises him anymore. He looks at each of us briefly and then speaks."The Alch
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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