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2025-11-12 08:00:15CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE
VERONA, ITALYMorning light sliced through the curtains, hitting the bedroom floor as I stepped out of the bathroom, toweling my hair dry.I’d already showered, the steam still clinging to my skin, and slipped into a plain white t-shirt and jeans, casual, unassuming, perfect for blending in.Dante stirred on the bed, sheets tangled around his hips, his bare chest marked with scratches from last night. His eyes cracked open, dark and heavy, tracking me as I moved to the dresser.“Where the fuck are you going?” he asked, voice rough with sleep, propping himself on one elbow.I smirked, crossing the room to him, my hips swaying just enough to catch his attention. I leaned down, kissing him slow and deep, my tongue teasing his until he growled low in his throat. Pulling back, I held his gaze, lips hovering an inch from his.“I’m heading to Ricci’s territory. Surveillance. Need to see what he’s plann
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