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CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
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2026-03-31 18:37:13
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HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN
"SOMETIMES THE ONLY THING STANDING BETWEEN YOU AND FALLING APART COMPLETELY IS ONE PERSON WHO REFUSES TO LET YOU."SOFIAThe waiting room chair is the most uncomfortable thing I have ever sat in.I have been in it for forty minutes now and I feel every one of those minutes in my back, my shoulders, the stiff way I am holding myself because if I let my body relax even slightly I think I will slide straight onto the floor and not get back up.Marco got us both coffee at some point. Mine is sitting on the small table beside me untouched and cold now. I cannot imagine putting anything in my mouth. I can not imagine doing anything that normal people do in normal moments because this is not a normal moment and my daughter is behind those doors and the coffee can sit there until it turns to dust for all I care.Marco is a few seats down, his elbows on his knees, his phone in his hands. He has made several calls — quietly, efficiently, the way Marco does everything. Notifying people. Arrangin
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER SEVENTY SIX
“I NEED YOU KNOW MORE THAN EVER.”SOFIA.The nurse nods and takes us both in turn. A quick needle. A small vial. She disappears back through the doors with both samples.And then we wait.The waiting room is not full but it is not empty either. There are other people here with their own emergencies, their own terrible waits. A man with his head in his hands in the corner. An older woman telling her rosary beads beside the window. The particular suspended quality of a place where everyone is waiting for news that will change something.I sit in my chair and I stare at the double doors Isabella went through and I try to breathe evenly.It doesn't work.The crying starts quietly. The kind that doesn't announce itself — no sound at first, just my eyes suddenly full and then over and then my face is wet and I can't stop it and I don't have the resources to stop it anyway because everything I had was used up in that car ride keeping my voice steady for her.Marco puts his hand over mine bri
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) CHAPTER SEVENTY FIVE
"THERE IS NO FEAR IN THIS WORLD LIKE THE FEAR OF LOSING YOUR CHILD."SOFIAEverything happens too fast.One minute I am on the floor in front of Isabella holding her carefully against me, feeling her breathe, telling myself she is okay she is right here she is okay.And then the doctor comes back into the room and his face is different from when I walked in and something about the way he looks at Marco first, the way doctors look at the person they have decided is in charge before they deliver something difficult, makes my stomach drop before he has said a single word."We need to get her to the hospital." His voice is calm and measured and I hate it. I hate how calm it is. "The bump on her head is more significant than we initially assessed. There is swelling and the amount of blood she has lost concerns me. This is beyond what we can manage here.""Blood?" My voice comes out strange. Too high. "What do you mean blood? Where — where is she bleeding?""There was a laceration at the ba
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 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
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?"
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