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The Confrontation
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2026-06-09 20:31:05
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The Mafia Who Bought Me The Truth He Shouldn't Have Known
Dante POV The room didn’t feel the same anymore. Not after she stood here. Not after I looked into those eyes and realized I wasn’t chasing a ghost. Isabella was real. And she had Elena. I was still standing where she left me, the air in the hallway tasting like her perfume and my own blood. My arm throbbed, hot and painful, the bullet wound burning beneath my shirt like it refused to let me forget what had happened. But I didn’t care. Pain was just a distraction. The real problem was that the math didn’t add up. But it was starting to. “Bring Joseph.” Luca didn’t argue. He just nodded and stepped out. He knew that tone. It was the voice of a man who was about to start breaking things. Luca didn’t waste time. A second later, Joseph was dragged into the room, already looking like he knew this wasn’t going to go well for him. The moment the door shut, I moved fast. I grabbed him by the collar and shoved him back into the wall. His head hit with a dull sound, but I didn’t let g
The Mafia Who Bought Me The Confrontation
Dante POV The silence in my office didn’t feel like peace. It felt like the split second before a building collapses. I was still staring at the black screen of the tablet, my mind stuck on her words. Sanity. She wanted my sanity. Looking at the blood dripping from my bandaged arm onto the desk, I figured she was halfway there already. Then the noise started. Not a hit. No gunshots. Just a faint sound from the floors down. It spread through the building like a fever, low at first, then growing. “No way...” “Is that—?” “It’s a ghost. Tell me that’s a ghost.” I stood up. My chair scraped across the floor, a harsh sound that made my teeth clench. I walked toward the door, my heart slamming against my ribs like something trapped trying to get out. I stepped into the hallway, and everything just… stopped. My guards were standing like statues. Luca was ten feet ahead of me, his body coiled tight, his face gone a sickly shade of grey. “What are you doing here?” Luca asked with an
The Mafia Who Bought Me The Message
Dante POV The silence didn’t last long. It never does in this life, not when everything is falling apart around you. I was still standing right where James had left me, my arm throbbed bad, hot and painful, the bullet wound burning under my shirt like it refused to let me forget what had happened. Every breath pulled at it, reminding me I was still alive even when I didn’t feel like it. Then came the knock at the door. Not loud or frantic, just a plain, ordinary knock that somehow felt wrong in the middle of all this mess. Luca moved before I could even take another breath. He crossed the room fast, his Beretta already out, held low and ready like he expected the worst. “Who?” he growled through the door. “Delivery.” We both froze. A chill ran down my spine. “From who?” I asked, my voice coming out rough and tired. There was a pause, then the voice from behind the heavy oak door said, “No name.” Luca glanced at me. He didn’t need to say anything, the tension was already thi
The Mafia Who Bought Me The Spiral
Dante POV The glass didn’t just shatter, it exploded against the wall like it had something personal to prove, shards flying everywhere across the floor in sharp, angry pieces that caught the light for a second before they hit the ground and scattered into nothing. Nobody moved. If anyone had opened their mouth right then, I wasn’t going to stop at glass, not with the way my blood was boiling hot in my veins and my arm was screaming from the bullet wound that still burned deep under the soaked bandage like it wanted to tear itself open again. My hand was bleeding again too, the fabric dark and sticky, but the pain barely registered compared to the bigger hole tearing through my chest. I felt like something vital had been ripped out of my hands and I was still standing here, bleeding and useless, trying to hold everything together with nothing left but rage and regret. “She doesn’t just disappear,” I said, pacing once, then again, my boots hitting the floor harder than nece
The Mafia Who Bought Me Cold Mirror
Elena POV “You’re Isabella.” She didn’t jump or look shocked like I thought she would. She just stood there for a second, quiet, watching me like she had been waiting for those words to come out of my mouth. Then she smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile. It wasn’t friendly. It was the kind of smile that knew too much, like she had already played this moment out in her head a hundred times. “So he kept a ghost in the house,” she said softly. “I thought he would’ve buried me deeper than that.” Her voice was calm, almost gentle, like the mess I came from didn’t touch her here. It made my stomach twist in a weird way, like something was wrong with the air between us. I swallowed hard. My throat felt tight. “You had him shot.” She tilted her head a little. The way she looked at me made everything feel off. We had the same eyes, the same shape of the face. It was like staring at a version of myself that had already gone wrong somewhere along the way. “And yet, he’s still breathing. He alw
The Mafia Who Bought Me The Step That Changes Everything (Part 2)
Everything fell apart all at once, like the whole world decided to come crashing down on us right then. The place turned into this blur of flashing lights and loud, awful noise — gunshots popping off, people yelling over each other, boots stomping hard on the floors. It no longer felt like Dante’s usual tight control. This was a messy, ugly chaos. Dante yanked me into the next hallway, his hand locked around my wrist so tight I could feel his pulse hammering. He wasn’t letting go, not even for a breath, like losing me would end everything for him. His steps were fast and jerky now. He already knew the building had slipped from our hands. “They’re splitting up,” he muttered. “Cutting us off, blocking every exit.” I didn’t bother asking how he knew all that. I could feel it in my bones too — the sounds closing in on us in a smart, planned way, like a noose pulling tight. “They’re not here just to trash the place,” I said, breathing hard. “It feels like they’re after something speci
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