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6. More Forbidden

Author: White Knight
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-22 23:48:54

Brielle's POV

I wanted to yank my hand away, but his grip held firm for just a second too long. Enough to send a message. Enough to remind me that he hadn't forgotten a single second of what happened in that hotel room.

"Please, sit, everyone!" My mother gestured toward the dining table like she was hosting royalty. I'd have rolled my eyes, but, well, I was too tensed to do that.

I slid into my chair, trying to steady my breathing. Dante took the seat directly across from me. Of course he did. His eyes found mine again, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"So, Dante," my mother began as she poured wine, "what is it you do?"

"I help manage the family businesses," he said smoothly. "Hotels, primarily."

My stomach dropped. Hotels? What the fuck was he trying to do?

"How interesting!" my mother cooed. "Brielle loves traveling. Don't you, sweetheart?"

"Sure, Mom."

"She's being modest," my mother continued. "She's very adventurous. Always trying new things."

Dante's gaze slid to me, dark
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    Brielle's POV "Plus she'd probably defend him," Finn added darkly. "People like Richard Moretti are good at making themselves look respectable. Good fathers, good businessmen, good citizens. It's all a mask."I picked at my pancakes without eating them, my appetite completely gone. The conversation shifted eventually to safer topics—Cassandra's upcoming case, Finn's latest dating disaster—but the weight of my situation never quite left the table. Even as we laughed at Finn's impression of his Tinder date who'd brought his emotional support peacock to dinner, I felt the shadow of Dante Moretti hanging over everything.When we finally left the restaurant, Finn pulled me aside while Cassandra went to get her car."I mean it, Bri. Be careful." His hands gripped my shoulders, his blue eyes deadly serious in a way I'd rarely seen. "If things get weird, if he does anything that makes you uncomfortable, you call me immediately. Okay?""Okay.""I'm serious. Day or night. I don't care if it's

  • My Biker Stepbrother For Christmas   8. Coffee spot

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  • My Biker Stepbrother For Christmas   6. More Forbidden

    Brielle's POVI wanted to yank my hand away, but his grip held firm for just a second too long. Enough to send a message. Enough to remind me that he hadn't forgotten a single second of what happened in that hotel room."Please, sit, everyone!" My mother gestured toward the dining table like she was hosting royalty. I'd have rolled my eyes, but, well, I was too tensed to do that. I slid into my chair, trying to steady my breathing. Dante took the seat directly across from me. Of course he did. His eyes found mine again, and the corner of his mouth twitched."So, Dante," my mother began as she poured wine, "what is it you do?""I help manage the family businesses," he said smoothly. "Hotels, primarily."My stomach dropped. Hotels? What the fuck was he trying to do?"How interesting!" my mother cooed. "Brielle loves traveling. Don't you, sweetheart?""Sure, Mom.""She's being modest," my mother continued. "She's very adventurous. Always trying new things."Dante's gaze slid to me, dark

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