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He's Gone Lonely Beyond Control

Author: Nyxenite
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-27 08:00:54

DANTE'S PERSPECTIVE

BACK TO LUCCHESE ESTATE

I didn’t kill Marcini. Not yet.

I left him breathing, barely. Told my men to watch him like hounds, let him run in circles, see who he meets. La Rosa Nera. The Russian prick. Whoever shows their face around him, I’ll know. And when the time comes, I’ll take them apart piece by piece.

But the fire in my chest didn’t die when I walked out. It just got worse.

By the time I got back to the estate, I was shaking with it. My clothes were still stained, blood, dirt, gunpowder. I didn’t give a fuck. I walked straight to the bedroom and collapsed on the mattress, boots and all.

Her side of the bed was cold. Empty.

I buried my face into the sheets, into the ghost of her scent. For a second, it felt like she was still there, soft hair on my chest, that tiny hand pressed against me while she slept. I remembered her eyes in the dark, the way she’d look at me like
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