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CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR ~~~
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2026-04-17 17:20:25
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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 SIXTY EIGHT
Seven years ago.“YOU BROKE ME FIRST.”SOFIA.I wake up alone.This part I remember with a clarity that has never faded, not in seven years, not through everything that came after. The particular quality of that morning light. The particular feeling of reaching across the bed and finding nothing.His side is cold. Not just empty — cold. He has been gone for a while.I sit up. Look around the apartment. His shoes are gone. His jacket. I find the note on the pillow and read it once. Family emergency. Be back soon.I'm not worried, not at first. Families have emergencies. He loves me. He will come back.I get up. Make coffee. Sit by the window and watch the street below and wait.He doesn't come.I call his phone. It rings four times and goes to voicemail. His voice, warm and familiar, asking me to leave a message."It's me," I say, because I don't know what else to say. "Just checking you're okay. Call me when you can."He doesn't call.Day one I tell myself he's busy. Family crises are
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN
"Some mornings steal the air from your lungs before you even open your eyes."SOFIAThe shower in Dante's suite is warm.That's the first thing I notice when he leads me in — the warmth of it, the way the steam rises immediately and fills the marble space with something soft and quiet. The bathroom is grand even by the Pakhan's standards. Dark marble floors and walls, gold fixtures, a rainfall showerhead wide enough for two people without touching.We touch anyway.He keeps me close the entire time, one arm around my waist, his chin resting on top of my head while the water runs over both of us. He washes my hair with a gentleness that makes my chest ache — his big scarred hands working through the dark waves with a patience and care so far removed from everything else he is in the world that I have to close my eyes against it."You're quiet," he murmurs."I'm thinking.""Stop." He presses his lips to the top of my head. "Tonight you don't think. Tonight you just stay here with me."I
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER SIXTY SIX
“ I WILL BE ROUGH WITH YOU IN SO MANY SWEET WAYS”SOFIA.We had to stay at the pakhan’s guest suite tonight, Marco had not yet arrived even till now and I could only wonder what was keeping him from coming, however right now I was headed to the guest suite and not to sleep all alone tonight but with Dante. What we were doing was so wrong and so dangerous but it was what I wanted, what I craved for and I was going to get it tonight.We stopped outside his door. Dante’s nameplate gleamed under the light. My eyes betrayed me and flicked farther down the hall—to the very end, where another door stood closed. Marco’s nameplate. A thin strip of light glowed beneath it. He was in there. Right there. Only a few meters of carpet and silence separating us.I froze in Dante’s doorway, one hand gripping the frame, breath catching sharp in my throat.Dante noticed instantly. He always did. He stepped in close behind me, chest brushing my back, and gently turned me to face him. Two scarred fingers
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE ~
"THE MOST EXQUISTE TORTURE IS THE KIND THAT MAKES YOU SMILE WHILE IT DESTROYS YOU."SOFIAThe Pakhan's estate is extraordinary.Everything about it speaks to decades of accumulated power — the kind that doesn't need to announce itself because every stone of every wall already does it quietly. The ceilings are high and frescoed, the floors marble, the lighting warm and deliberately flattering. Men in expensive suits move through the rooms like chess pieces, every conversation a calculation, every handshake a transaction.I have attended enough of these events as Marco's wife to know how to move through them. Smile at the right moments. Say little. Look beautiful and composed and entirely uninteresting. Be the kind of wife that makes her husband look stable and established without drawing attention to herself.I know how to do this.What I am not prepared for is doing it with a vibrator Dante placed inside me in the back of a Rolls Royce forty minutes ago, humming quietly against my mos
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER FORTY FOUR
“DON’T JUDGE OTHER BECAUSE THEY SIN DIFFERENTLY FROM YOU.”SOFIA.I step out of the coat room on shaky legs, my body still humming with unfulfilled need, my mind screaming at me for being so reckless.And there he is.Marco.Standing in the hallway. Holding two glasses of champagne. His expression
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER FORTY
“MY UNCLE IS DEFINITELY MUCH COOLER THAN MY DAD”DANTE.I'm in the study reviewing reports from Nico when there's a soft knock on the door."Come in."The door opens slowly and Isabella peeks her head in, looking uncertain."Oh. Sorry. I thought this was Papa's office." She starts to back out."It's
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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