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CHAPTER SEVENTY

ผู้เขียน: Wren Gray
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“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
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  • HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS)   CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE

    “ I WILL BE WITH YOU FROM DUSK TILL DAWN.”SOFIA.He picks up his bag from the hallway where he left it and he walks to the front door and Nico and Luca fall into place on either side of him and then the door opens and then they are gone and the house settles into a quiet that feels completely different from the quiet it was before.Isabella appears at my side.She has been so quiet for the past few minutes that I almost forgot she was still in the kitchen. She comes and stands beside me and we both look at the closed front door together in silence.Then she looks up at me."Mama," she says slowly, working through something in her head. "What did Uncle Dante mean when he said he would take me with him?"I look down at her.Her eyes are very direct. Very serious. She is six years old and she heard what she heard and she is not going to be redirected with a simple answer.I open my mouth.Close it.The truth is too big for this moment. Too complicated and too enormous and she is six yea

  • HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS)   CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO

    "SOME GOODBYES CARRY THE WEIGHT OF EVERYTHING THAT WAS NEVER SAID."SOFIAI am in the kitchen when I hear Dante come downstairs.Not just Dante. Nico and Luca too. Their voices are low in the hallway, the particular energy of men who are preparing to go somewhere and have already switched into that focused operational mode that means the decision is made and everything now is just logistics.My stomach drops before I even know why.Marco comes in from the sitting room and we look at each other briefly and then Dante comes through the kitchen doorway and the way he is dressed tells me everything before he opens his mouth. Not the casual clothes he wears around the house. Not the expensive but relaxed way he dresses when he is just present. This is deliberate. Suit jacket. Controlled. The way Dante dresses when he is walking into something that requires the full version of himself.He looks at Marco first."I'm going to New York," he says. "And then Colombia. The succession vote is clos

  • HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS)   CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE

    “NEVER LIE TO THE EYES THAT LOOK AT YOU WITH LOVE.”SOFIAThe weeks that follow are the quietest of my life.And I have lived some very quiet years.Isabella comes home after five days in the hospital. She comes home with a small bandage at the back of her head and strict instructions about rest and no running and no climbing for at least three weeks which she immediately and loudly disagrees with.Hearing her argue about it in the car on the way home is the best sound I have heard in my entire life.She is okay. She is home. She is loud and opinionated about the injustice of not being allowed to run and she is okay.Dante carries her inside.She wraps her arms around his neck and rests her head on his shoulder and he carries her in like she is the most precious thing he has ever held and he brings her to her room and sets her down on her bed and tucks her in and reads to her until she falls asleep.Then he comes out of her room and walks past me in the hallway.He doesn't look at me.

  • HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS)   CHAPTER EIGHTY

    "THE HARDEST THING ABOUT THE TRUTH IS NOT SAYING IT. IT'S SURVIVING WHAT COMES AFTER."SOFIADante comes back with coffee and a sandwich wrapped in paper that I will not be able to eat and he sits beside me and hands them over and for a few minutes we just sit there together in the quiet of the waiting room and I hold the coffee with both hands and let the warmth of it seep into my fingers.He doesn't say much.Neither do I.But I can feel it. The thing sitting between us that wasn't there before today. Not a coldness exactly — he is still close, still present, still the person who held my hands when they were shaking. But there is something underneath the quiet now. Something careful. Like a man who is holding a question in his mouth and has decided not to let it out yet.Not yet.The doctor comes out after another hour and tells us Isabella is responding well to the transfusion. The swelling is being monitored closely but the outlook is better than it was this morning. She will need

  • HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS)   CHAPTER SEVENTY NINE

    "THE TRUTH HAS A WAY OF MAKING ITSELF KNOWN WHETHER YOU ARE READY FOR IT OR NOT."SOFIADante has been gone for maybe ten minutes.Coffee, he said. He was going to find me coffee and something to eat because I hadn't eaten since this morning and he noticed even though I didn't say anything about it. He just stood up and said stay here in that quiet way of his that isn't really a request and went to find the hospital cafeteria.I watched him go and then I turned back to the double doors and went back to staring at them.That is mostly what I have been doing for the past two hours.Staring at those doors and breathing and trying not to think too far in any direction because every direction I think in leads somewhere that makes the fear worse.The waiting room has emptied out slightly. The young couple from earlier are gone — I hope that means they got good news. The chairs around me are mostly vacant now, just a few other people scattered around the edges of the room doing their own ver

  • HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS)   CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT

    "THE TRUTH DOESN'T ALWAYS ARRIVE LOUDLY. SOMETIMES IT JUST SITS BESIDE YOU AND WAITS UNTIL YOU'RE READY TO LOOK AT IT."DANTEI sit in the small chair and roll up my sleeve and stare at the wall while the nurse does what she needs to do and I think about Isabella. About how small she looked on that gurney. About those dark curls against the white pillow. About eyes that are supposed to be wide open and full of questions being closed when they shouldn't be.Something is sitting in the middle of my chest that I can't name properly.I've been hurt before. Broken before. I've been through things that should have finished me off completely. I know what pain feels like in every form it comes in.But this is different.This is a child.A six year old child who grabbed my hand without thinking about it. Who made me do the voices when I read her stories even though I felt completely ridiculous doing them. Who laughed so loudly and so freely that it filled whatever room she was in and spilled o

  • HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS)   CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

    “EVERY GIRL IS A DOLL. EITHER BARBIE OR ANABELLE.”SOFIA.Luca. It's Luca, grinning at me like he didn't just scare ten years off my life."What are you doing?" I press my hand to my chest, trying to calm my racing heart."I'm going with you." He settles into the seat like he belongs there, stretch

  • 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?"

  • 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 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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