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WHITE ROSES

Penulis: Uj Kay
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-08-12 05:46:26

The city felt different after the meeting in the industrial lot. Lighter in some ways, heavier in others. Krasnov was gone. The mother had been returned unharmed. The immediate war had bent to Dante’s terms. Yet the weight of the last days still sat in his shoulders as the car moved through late-morning traffic.

He should have gone straight to the coastal house. Every practical part of him said so. Alessia was waiting. His father, Ivan, and Betty were waiting. The safe house still needed to be
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  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   FUTURE DECISIONS

    In the quiet dark of the bedroom, with Alessia finally asleep against his chest and the steady rhythm of her breathing matching the distant sea, Dante lay awake and let the full weight of the last days settle over him.Relief was the first and strongest current.Krasnov had withdrawn. The mother had been returned unharmed. The immediate threat against his family had been forced back. For the first time in weeks he could lie beside Alessia without calculating the next strike or the next possible loss. The relief was physical — a loosening in his shoulders, a slower heartbeat, the ability to simply feel the warmth of her skin without one hand already reaching for a phone.Under the relief sat something heavier and more complicated: the knowledge of what he had been willing to do.He had taken an elderly woman as leverage. He had kept his promise not to harm her, and that mattered, but he had still used her. The fact that Alessia’s boundary had shaped his restraint did not erase the tact

  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   WARM WATER

    Dinner had been full of easy noise—Ivan’s jokes, Maxim’s quiet smiles, Betty’s soft laughter, and the solid presence of Dante at my side. He barely left a hand off me the entire meal. Every time Riley kicked he felt it and glanced at me with that private look that still made my stomach tighten. By the time we excused ourselves, the need between us had already settled into something thick and inevitable.The moment the bedroom door closed behind us, Dante pulled me into a deep kiss. His hands framed my face, then slid down my back, careful of my belly yet unmistakably hungry. I melted into him, fingers curling in the front of his shirt.“I need a shower,” he murmured against my mouth. “I still feel the city on me.”“Go,” I whispered. “I’ll be right here.”He kissed me once more and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the water start. For a minute I simply stood there, heart beating too fast, body already warm. Then I undressed slowly, leaving the soft dress and underwear in a small

  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   THE DOOR OPENS

    The coastal house felt too quiet after the last days of waiting. I sat near the wide windows that looked out over the water, one hand resting on the solid curve of my belly while Riley shifted and settled under my palm. The afternoon light had turned soft and gold. Maxim was in the kitchen with Betty, speaking in low voices. Ivan had given up pacing and was now stretched on the sofa, pretending to scroll through his phone while glancing at the driveway every few minutes.I had read Dante’s message three times already.On my way. I can’t wait to see you.The words were simple. They still made my chest tight with a mixture of relief and leftover fear. He had told me the war with Krasnov was finished. The mother had been returned safely. He was coming home. Yet until I saw him walk through the door, part of me refused to believe it completely.“You’re going to wear a hole in that window if you keep staring,” Ivan said without looking up from his phone.“I’m not staring.”“You’ve been in

  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   WHITE ROSES

    The city felt different after the meeting in the industrial lot. Lighter in some ways, heavier in others. Krasnov was gone. The mother had been returned unharmed. The immediate war had bent to Dante’s terms. Yet the weight of the last days still sat in his shoulders as the car moved through late-morning traffic.He should have gone straight to the coastal house. Every practical part of him said so. Alessia was waiting. His father, Ivan, and Betty were waiting. The safe house still needed to be cleared and the family moved back under normal security. But when the driver asked for the next destination, Dante gave a different answer.“I stopped at the flower shop on Seventh Street.”Liam glanced at him but said nothing. The car changed lanes.The shop was small and carefully kept, its windows filled with soft light and the muted colors of expensive arrangements. Dante stepped inside alone, the bell above the door giving a quiet note. The air smelled of roses, eucalyptus, and cool water.

  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   PROMISES

    The meeting place was a quiet industrial lot on the edge of the city, chosen for its open sight lines and lack of civilian traffic. Morning light lay thin and pale across the concrete. Dante arrived first with Liam and a small, disciplined team. Two vehicles formed a loose perimeter. No one spoke unless necessary. The air carried the faint smell of oil and distant rain.Dante stood with his hands loosely at his sides, posture relaxed but ready. He had slept little. The probe against the coastal house the previous day still sat in his mind, along with the image of Alessia directing men while carrying their child. He intended to finish this cleanly.Krasnov’s convoy appeared twenty minutes later. Three vehicles. When they stopped, Viktor Krasnov stepped out first. The fury of the rooftop meeting had cooled into something tighter and more controlled. He looked older than he had two days earlier.He walked forward until a measured distance remained between them.“I’m withdrawing,” Krasnov

  • THE MAFIA'S PRICE   THE LAST REACH

    The evening at the coastal safe house had been deceptively calm. I sat in the main living room with a light blanket over my legs, one hand resting on the solid curve of my belly. Riley moved in slow, deliberate rolls, as if she too sensed the quiet was only temporary. Maxim dozed in an armchair near the window. Betty sat across from me scrolling through baby clothing sites on a tablet while Ivan paced the length of the room, restless as always.The first sign that something was wrong came from the perimeter.A guard stepped inside, voice low but urgent. “Their is movement on the eastern approach. Three vehicles hat is not ours. They stopped short of the outer sensors and sent two men forward on foot.”Ivan stopped pacing. Maxim’s eyes opened immediately. I sat up straighter, the blanket falling away.“How many total?” I asked.“Eight men visible, they are with light arms. Looks like a probe, not a full assault.”My heart rate climbed, but I forced my breathing to stay even. Panic woul

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