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Chapter 2: The Judas Kiss

Author: Saranghe
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-04-30 13:48:48

The silence following Isabella’s revelation was more deafening than the gala’s orchestra echoing from within the mansion. Dante felt the cold steel of his Beretta press against his own thigh as he lowered it, his mind racing. To a federal agent, an informant was a tool; but Isabella Valeriano was a landslide, threatening to bury him under the weight of her own vendetta.

"You’re playing a dangerous game, Isabella," Dante said, his voice a low rasp. He stepped closer, reclaiming the space she had invaded. "If your father finds out his 'porcelain doll' is plotting a coup with a fed, he won’t just erase my existence. He’ll make sure yours is a slow, agonizing descent."

Isabella didn't flinch. Instead, she leaned against the stone railing, the moonlight catching the crimson of her dress, making her look like a fresh wound against the night. "My life has been a slow descent since the day he put that rose in your father’s mouth, Dante. I’ve been dead for years. I’m just looking for a way to take the devil down with me."

She reached into the hidden slit of her gown and pulled out a small, encrypted flash drive. It glinted like a silver tooth. "This contains the ledger for the *Port of Shadows*—the offshore accounts, the names of the senators on his payroll, and the coordinates for the shipment coming in next Friday. Everything you need to bury the Valeriano name."

Dante reached for it, but she pulled it back, her eyes narrowing.

"Not so fast, Detective," she whispered. "The drive stays with me until the night of the gala. I need you to play your part. My father is suspicious. He didn't assign you to me because he trusts you; he assigned you because he wants to see if I’ll slip up. You are his litmus test."

"And if I refuse?" Dante asked, though he knew the answer.

Isabella stepped toward him, her hand trailing up his chest until her palm rested over the rapid thrum of his heart. "You won't. Because you want blood as much as I do. And because, despite that badge in your pocket, you’re already falling for the girl in the cage."

She stood on her tiptoes, her lips inches from his. For a moment, the professional facade Dante had built for a decade cracked. The scent of sandalwood and danger was intoxicating. He should have pushed her away. He should have handcuffed her and called for backup. Instead, his hand found the small of her back, pulling her flush against him.

The kiss was not an act of love; it was a collision of two broken people, desperate for something real in a world built on lies. It tasted of salt and secrets. It was a Judas kiss—a seal of a betrayal that could only end in fire.

Suddenly, the heavy teak doors to the balcony creaked open.

Dante reacted with the speed of a predator, spinning Isabella around so her back was to the door, shielding her with his body as if he were simply performing his duties as a protective guard.

"Is there a problem out here?"

It was Enzo, Don Lorenzo’s *consigliere*. His eyes, sharp and cynical, moved from Dante’s stoic face to Isabella’s flushed cheeks. He was the family’s bloodhound, and he had a nose for treachery.

"The Signorina needed air," Dante said, his voice perfectly level, the warmth of the kiss still burning on his lips. "There was a disturbance in the perimeter bushes. I was investigating."

Enzo stepped onto the balcony, his gaze lingering on the way Dante’s hand remained possessively—yet professionally—near Isabella’s waist. "The Don is asking for his daughter. The toast is about to begin."

Isabella straightened her gown, her expression shifting instantly back to that of the bored, untouchable heiress. "Tell him I’m coming, Enzo. Dante was just reminding me of the... safety protocols."

As she walked past the advisor, she didn't look back at Dante. But as she brushed past him, her fingers grazed his hand, leaving a lingering chill.

Enzo stayed behind for a moment, staring at Dante. "A word of advice, Rossi," the older man said, lighting a cigarette. "Don’t get too attached to the cargo. In this business, the things we guard the closest are often the first things we have to bury."

"I’m just doing my job, Enzo," Dante replied, staring out at the dark Chicago skyline.

"I hope so," Enzo muttered, blowing a cloud of gray smoke into the night air. "Because if you’re not, the Don has a very specific way of dealing with ghosts."

Dante watched him leave, his heart finally slowing down. He looked at his hands—the hands of a man who was supposed to uphold the law, now stained by the shadow of a mafia princess. He was deep in the lion’s den, and the lion’s daughter had just handed him the keys to the cage.

But as the police sirens wailed in the distance, Dante realized the terrifying truth: he wasn't sure if he wanted to escape anymore. He wanted to burn the world down, as long as Isabella was there to watch the flames.

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