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HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) HIS SWEET ADDICTION--40
NICOSilence had never been uncomfortable between Luca and me. Not genuinely. We could spend hours without speaking and it would sit easy between us — the silence of two people who have been in enough rooms together that they do not need to fill every moment with sound. But this was different. This silence was full. Packed with everything my brother wanted to ask and everything I was not saying and the specific friction of both those things existing in the same small cabin at thirty thousand feet.I sat by the window staring at the clouds below us. My mind was nowhere near this flight. It was in a room in Russia. Vivian's face. Her bruised body. The way she had looked at me when I promised to get her out. The way she had grabbed my wrist and begged me not to give the Alchemist what he was asking for.I closed my eyes.I was running out of time.Across from me, Luca sat with his arms folded and his eyes fixed on me with the specific expression of a man deciding where exactly to insert
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) HIS SWEET ADDICTION--39
VIVIAN"He wouldn't."I shake my head, the movement pulling at the pain in my back but I do not care. "Nico would not give you the ledger."The Alchemist laughs. Low and amused and the kind of sound that gets under your skin regardless of how much you prepare for it. "Yes, he would.""No.""Because of you."My stomach twists. He steps closer and I make myself hold still, made myself not move back, because giving ground to this man — even a single step — feels like losing something I cannot afford to lose right now."You know by now that he is my son, don't you?"I glare at him. "That doesn't make him anything like you."His laughter fills the room again, easy and unbothered, the laughter of someone who finds being contradicted genuinely entertaining. "He is just like me.""No.""I see it in his eyes, Vivian." He taps a finger against his temple. "The darkness follows in his blood."I shake my head. "Nico is nothing like you."The Alchemist tilts his head. "You know that's not true." H
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) HIS SWEET ADDICTION--38
VIVIANI had never felt this helpless before.Not when I was young. Not when I had lost everything that had ever meant anything to me. Not when I had been forced to learn how to survive in a world where weakness was something people smelled on you before they decided what to do with it. I had been in difficult rooms. I had been in dangerous situations. I had been afraid in ways that required me to function anyway because there was no alternative.But this was different.I was locked inside a room with no windows and no clock and no way to know what was happening on the other side of the door. I had no information. No tools. No ability to move or plan or act on anything. Just four walls and the particular weight of not knowing, which I have always found more difficult than knowing even the worst things.I hated it. I hated every second of it in a specific and thorough way.But knowing Nico was out there made it easier. Not completely — nothing could make this situation actually easier.
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) HIS SWEET ADDICTION--37
NICOThe call ends.For a few seconds I stand in the middle of the corridor with my phone still pressed against my ear like the conversation is going to continue if I just hold on long enough. Then I slowly lower it.What the fuck does Dante know?That is the first question. The second is how. Dante had been away, deliberately kept away from all of this, by me specifically. As far as I had structured things, the only people who knew what was actually happening here were me, Vivian, the Alchemist, and whoever was working behind the scenes on pieces I still didn't have the full picture of. So how had information reached Dante? And more importantly — what had reached him?My grip tightens around the phone.Dante doesn't get angry without a reason. Especially not with me. We have a working relationship that has survived eleven years of impossible situations and it runs on a particular kind of trust that is not easily rattled. But the voice on that call had been too calm. Too controlled. T
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) HIS SWEET ADDICTION--36
The worst part about loving someone is knowing exactly what you would destroy for them.NICOVivian's expression changes. The small smile disappears, and suddenly she looks terrified — not because of what has been done to her, not because of the room or the pain or any of the physical things. Because of something she has just remembered. Something that is making her afraid in a specific, directed way."Nico." She looks at me. "There's something I have to tell you.""I know."She blinks. "What?"I take a slow breath. "The Alchemist."Her face goes completely still. "He told me."For a second she just stares at me. Then her brows pull together. "He told you?"I nod. "He says he's my father."Vivian's lips part. "You know?""Yeah, baby." I reach for her hand. "I know.""But how?""I spoke to him."Her eyes search mine. "You spoke to him?""Before I came in here.""And he told you?""He showed me pictures." I don't mention the rest — the way he spoke about leaving us behind, the way he ex
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) HIS SWEET ADDICTION--35
Seeing the person you love broken is a different kind of torture. One that leaves no wound on your skin, but somehow makes every part of you bleed. DAMIENBefore I left, I asked to see Vivian.The Alchemist didn't hesitate. Maybe he thought letting me see her would make me more desperate, more willing to hand over whatever he asked for. Maybe he thought seeing exactly what he had done to her would break what was left of my resolve. Either way, I didn't care about his reasoning. I just needed to see her.The moment the door opened, I stepped inside.My eyes swept the room immediately. It was a mess in the specific way of a room where someone has fought — not panicked, not thrashed around, but actually fought. The small table was knocked over. One of the chairs was broken. Pieces of glass scattered across the floor in a pattern that told me something had been thrown or smashed deliberately. Scratches along the wall near the door. The sheets half-dragged off the bed onto the floor.She
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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