Dante RomanoEnzo is a storm in the living room, pacing holes into the marble and cursing under his breath. The rest of the family is buzzing like hornets.Maria’s gone.And all I can think about is how fast this will reach the ears of our enemies if it gets out. They’ll say the Romanos have gone soft. They’ll say we’ve lost control of our women, of our house, of our empire.I’m not letting that happen.I take the stairs two at a time, my blood running hotter with every step. At the landing, Ornella is standing with Issa. Ornella looks pale. Issa’s pacing like a trapped cat, wringing her hands.“Has she been found?” Issa blurts the second she sees me.“No.” My tone is ice. My eyes narrow. “Did you see her last night?”Issa hesitates. “I did. She was… acting weird.”“Weird how?”“I don’t know. Just unsure. Restless.”I step closer, towering over her. “And what did you tell her?”She swallows, turning her gaze away. “I told her to follow her heart.”A muscle ticks in my jaw. “What
Dante Romano The car finally pulls up at the Romano mansion. I stumble a little as I climb out. I know Dante caught the slight tremble in my legs, the way my hand brushes the door for support, because his lips twitch.I head towards the house, trying to catch my breath and I can hear his footsteps behind me. Goosebumps trails up my arm as I try not to look back.Just as I reach the foot of the stairs, Enzo appears. He corners Dante and I turn, watching as he whispers something into Dante’s ears.Dante’s gaze goes cold and our eyes finally meet. My knees almost give out but I hold on to the railings. He turns away towards the exit, accompanied by Enzo.Did something happen?I sigh in relief immediately they’re out of the house. As I walk up the stairs, Ornella rushes past me, giving me a knowing look before turning the corner. Something in my gut tells me she knows. She knows how I fell apart in the backseat under Dante’s punishing touch. She knows how I let him, how I enjoy
Annalissa Hale The night is a blur of neon.At first, I hated every second of it. The thrum of the bass rattled my bones, the way men stared at us made my skin crawl, and I almost begged Ornella to let me go back to the mansion. But Maria pulled me into the middle of the dance floor, Ornella tossed a drink in my hand, and before I knew it, we were shouting lyrics to songs I barely knew.For a few hours, I almost felt normal.I let the music chase Dante out of my head. I laughed until my sides hurt. Maria dared me to walk up to a stranger and ask for his number, and when I flatly refused, they shoved a shot glass in my hand instead. I downed it in one gulp to their cheers.By the time the club lights dimmed and we spilled into the night air, my legs ached. I stumble into the backseat of one of the waiting cars, breathless and smiling. Ornella winks at me and says she’ll sit up front with the driver, leaving me to sink into the cushions in relief.I barely have time to adjust my
Dante RomanoThe bass from the speakers rattles through the floor of the club, but I barely hear it. Men shout, laugh, slap backs, drown themselves in liquor. Strippers in sequins dance like their lives depend on it.I sit in the corner with a glass of whiskey, watching the amber swirl against the rim. My cousins are already half gone, Enzo leading a chorus of drunken chants. This is supposed to be celebration. To me, it feels like noise.A presence slips into the empty seat beside me. Dominic.“The Don isn’t having fun?” he drawls, tipping his beer toward me.My jaw tightens. I recall the afternoon. His hand brushing Issa’s mouth, her flustered face, the molten urge in my fists to smash his grin into the concrete. I held back. Not for his sake but for my control. Kayleigh would’ve eaten it alive if I’d snapped. She would’ve taken it as Issa meaning something. And blood on the weekend of my cousin’s wedding? That would’ve been weakness.But Issa’s fire when she pushed back at
Annalissa Hale My pulse stutters. “Dante, it’s not…”Dominic cuts me off with that lazy grin of his, stepping back like he’s the most innocent man in Venice. “Relax, Don. I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it.”He saunters off across the drive. But Dante doesn’t go after him. That’s what rattles me most.He’s never this calm when someone even breathes wrong in his presence. So why is he just…standing there?His gaze pins me. “You really are desperate, aren’t you?” His voice is calm. “Pathetic. A single scrap of attention and you’re wagging your tail for it.”The words stabs me more than any threat he’s ever hissed at me. My throat burns.“I wasn’t…” My voice cracks. I force myself to meet his eyes. “You think I’m so pathetic that I’d just throw myself at someone because you’ve been ignoring me?”His silence is worse than shouting. He just stares at me like I’m nothing, like I’m not even worth his anger.I clench my fists beside me.“Go to hell, Dante Romano.”I brush past him, my h
Annalissa HaleAfter taking a shower, I go through the clothes in the closet of the bedroom. I find a silk black nightdress and throw it on. It’s a diaphanous, blank nightdress with a small inner gown beneath. The fabric of the gown is thin and short, stopping mid thigh. I wear a flowing jacket on it.I glance at my reflection in the mirror and smile. I do look like a queen from the old times. Except, it’s a little tempting with my legs on full display and my nipples peaking through the fabric.Will Dante notice enough to actually not ignore me anymore?I pinch myself hard. What is wrong with me? I cannot be desperate enough to try to seduce him just because he’s been treating me like I’m invisible. I hear footsteps from the corridor. My pulse hammers. Is he back?I sit at the edge of the bed and wait. The footsteps halt. I frown, then walk to the door and place my ear on it. I can barely hear anything. I take a deep breath, open the door and step between the threshold.All blood