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23. Night search

ผู้เขียน: White Knight
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2026-01-29 23:31:13

Sleep was impossible after Finn left. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling while my mind replayed every conversation we'd had about the Morettis.

The way he'd gone pale when I first mentioned Dante's name at brunch. How he'd warned me that Morettis don't play games they don't intend to win. The tightness in his voice when he said it. Like he knew something I didn't.

I sat up and grabbed my phone. Scrolled back through our texts from the past few months. Looking for something. Anything that might explain what was really happening.

There. Three weeks before Halloween. Finn had cancelled our plans because he had to work late on a "big project." But when I'd asked about it later, he'd been vague. Dismissive.

I kept scrolling. Two months ago he'd shown up to dinner wearing a very expensive watch. When I'd commented on it, he'd laughed it off. Said he'd gotten a bonus at work.

But Finn had complained about money being tight just days before that.

My stomach twisted.

I thought about the Hallo
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  • My Mafia Stepbrother For Christmas   23. Night search

    Sleep was impossible after Finn left. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling while my mind replayed every conversation we'd had about the Morettis.The way he'd gone pale when I first mentioned Dante's name at brunch. How he'd warned me that Morettis don't play games they don't intend to win. The tightness in his voice when he said it. Like he knew something I didn't.I sat up and grabbed my phone. Scrolled back through our texts from the past few months. Looking for something. Anything that might explain what was really happening.There. Three weeks before Halloween. Finn had cancelled our plans because he had to work late on a "big project." But when I'd asked about it later, he'd been vague. Dismissive.I kept scrolling. Two months ago he'd shown up to dinner wearing a very expensive watch. When I'd commented on it, he'd laughed it off. Said he'd gotten a bonus at work.But Finn had complained about money being tight just days before that.My stomach twisted.I thought about the Hallo

  • My Mafia Stepbrother For Christmas   22. Finn's debt

    Brielle's POV I barely made it through my front door before collapsing onto the couch. My dress felt too tight, too constricting. I kicked off my heels and let them clatter across the floor.My phone buzzed. A text from Cassandra asking how the gala went. I ignored it. Couldn't deal with explaining what had happened when I didn't fully understand it myself.I changed into sweats and an old t-shirt, scrubbed the makeup off my face. Poured a glass of wine that I didn't drink. Just held it while staring at nothing.A knock at the door startled me. I glanced at the clock. Nearly midnight. Who the hell would be here at this hour?Another knock. More insistent this time.I padded to the door and checked the peephole. Finn stood in the hallway, and my stomach dropped at the sight of him.He looked terrible. Absolutely wrecked. Dark circles under his eyes like he hadn't slept in days. His usually pristine hair stuck up at odd angles. His hands shook as he lifted one to knock again.I yanked

  • My Mafia Stepbrother For Christmas   21. Almost kiss

    Brielle's POV His words hung in the air. I couldn't speak. Couldn't think past the heat flooding my veins and the way his eyes searched mine, desperate and wanting.Dante leaned in slowly. So slowly it felt like torture. His gaze dropped to my mouth again, lingering there with naked hunger.Pull away. Move. Stop this. Just fucking leave.The commands echoed through my head on repeat. Every logical, rational part of my brain fired warning signals, screaming at me to shove him back and run. To put distance between us before something happened that couldn't be undone.But my body betrayed me. I stayed frozen against the railing, fingers gripping the cold metal behind me so hard my knuckles ached. My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out everything except the sound of his breathing and the rush of blood through my veins.His face came closer. Inch by agonizing inch. His hands still cradled my jaw, thumbs brushing feather-light across my cheekbones. The gentleness of it made something

  • My Mafia Stepbrother For Christmas   20. I can't help it

    Brielle's POV I couldn't take it anymore.When dessert arrived—some elaborate chocolate thing with gold leaf—I pushed back from the table."Excuse me," I said to no one in particular. "I need some air."Mom's eyes narrowed. "Are you feeling alright, sweetheart?""Fine. Just warm."I walked away before she could show her fake concern, weaving through tables toward the back of the ballroom. A server pointed me toward doors that led outside when I asked. The balcony was empty. Thank God.Cold night air hit my face. I gripped the iron railing, breathing deep, trying to settle the chaos spinning through my chest.The city spread out below.I had maybe two minutes of peace.Then footsteps echoed behind me.I didn't need to turn around to know who it was."You followed me," I said, staring at the skyline."Yes."At least he was honest about it.I whirled around. "You orchestrated this whole thing, didn't you? The invitation. The seating arrangements. Another manipulation to corner me some

  • My Mafia Stepbrother For Christmas   19. Eyes on Dante

    The music faded. Dante's hand lingered on my lower back for just a second too long before he released me. My skin still burned where he'd touched me, and I hated myself for it."Dinner's being served," he said quietly.I turned away without responding, trying to calm my racing pulse. The brief walk back through the crowd gave me time to rebuild the walls he'd systematically demolished on the dance floor. I focused on breathing, on schooling my expression back into something neutral.Then I reached the assigned table and my stomach dropped.Mom sat between Richard and an empty chair, laughing at something a silver-haired businessman across from her was saying. Her hand rested possessively on Richard's arm. The chair next to her was clearly meant for me.And directly across from it sat Dante.Perfect. Just perfect.I slid into my seat, avoiding eye contact with everyone. A server immediately appeared with champagne and water. I grabbed the water, throat suddenly dry."Brielle!" Mom's vo

  • My Mafia Stepbrother For Christmas   18. The dance

    Dante's POV The moment I saw her across the ballroom, every coherent thought left my head.Brielle stood near a marble column, champagne flute in hand, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else. The dress she wore was midnight blue, clinging to curves I'd spent weeks trying—and failing—not to think about. Her blonde hair was swept up, exposing the elegant line of her neck, and even from this distance I could see the nervous way she kept scanning the crowd.Looking for me. Or looking to avoid me.Either way, she was thinking about me. I just fucking knew it."Dante, what do you think?" Jerry, one of my father's business associates, gestured emphatically while discussing some construction deal I'd stopped paying attention to five minutes ago."Sounds solid," I said without looking at him. "Have your people send the contracts to my office."Jerry continued talking, oblivious to the fact that I'd checked out of the conversation completely. Francesco, standing to my left, shot me a knowi

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