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HIS SWEET ADDICTION--7
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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) HIS SWEET ADDICTION--24
VIVIAN.A few moments earlier.The moment Malachi walked through the door, I knew I had made the right decision. And the wrong one. Both things were true simultaneously — I had learned a long time ago that most important decisions live in that space where right and wrong aren't opposites, just two sides of the same coin you're forced to flip. He stood in front of the Alchemist's study waiting for instructions, his expression unreadable beneath the dark lines of ink covering his arms and neck. I looked at him and made the call before I could talk myself out of it."Go downstairs," I told him. "They've arrived."Malachi's eyes narrowed slightly. "They?""The guests."He knew exactly who I meant. Everyone in the Alchemist's inner circle had been informed that an alliance meeting was taking place. What they did not know — what nobody in this building knew except me — was that one of those guests was Nico Barbieri. The man I had left behind in Italy. The man whose house I had walked out of
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS) HIS SWEET ADDICTION--23
NICORussia. I hate Russia already.Not because of the cold, though the cold is real enough — the moment we entered into Russia, the wind hit like it was personally offended by our presence, cutting straight through three layers of clothing like they weren't there. Not because of the snow blanketing everything in sight or the sky that looked grey and heavy and like it had been grey and heavy for months and intended to stay that way.I hate Russia because Vivian is somewhere in this country and I have no idea where.Three days. Three Fucking days of nothing — no calls, no messages, no trace, no thread I could pull without making it obvious that I was pulling it specifically for her. I searched every angle I could reach without showing my hand and came back empty each time. Which is almost impressive considering Vivian has never been particularly good at disappearing from me. Almost. But not quite. Because she's still gone.I sit back in my seat as the private jet begins its descent an
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VIVIANRussia always feels colder when I come back empty-handed.The private jet touches down sometime after midnight and by the time I step onto the tarmac the wind is already cutting through my coat, finding every gap in the fabric like it knows where to look. Nobody greets me. They don't need to. He knows I'm back. He always knows.I walk through the compound alone. The place hasn't changed — it never does, which is either comforting or disturbing depending on which version of myself I'm being when I arrive. Black stone. Steel doors. Cameras positioned in places most people would never think to look. Guards standing at every entrance with their faces deliberately blank, trained to give nothing away the same way I was trained to give nothing away.I've spent years here. This place raised me. That is the problem. It also owns me. The two things have always been the same thing and I stopped pretending otherwise a long time ago.I reach the inner corridor. Two guards open the doors wit
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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