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The Triple Don't: Daniels' Debt 30
“Dr. Jardine, the high-tier shrink for the Moretti inner circle, was leaning back in a mint-green designer chair. The office was all abstract swirls and pastel patterns that made my head spin. I was jammed onto a baby-blue velvet sofa between Luca and Nickie, with Matteo twitching on Nickie’s other side, eyes burning holes in the floor. To our right, on a pink lounger, my mother and father were flanked by Vince, who looked like he was ready for a war council. On the left, a muted yellow couch held Oman and Castalia. Castalia was vibrating with nervous energy, her high-heeled boot tapping so hard I thought she’d kick a hole in the expensive wallpaper.‘The goal today is to zero out the old blood debts and find some level of stability for this family,’ Dr. Jardine said, her voice smooth and clinical.‘Right,’ I snapped, wanting this over with.My father cleared his throat like he was swallowing glass. Castalia let out a sharp, jagged huff.‘Who wants to open the floor?’ Jardine asked.‘
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“Acting Boss Castalia looked like she’d seen a ghost when I walked into the Moretti Estate with my mother. My Mom just shot her a jagged grin. The woman was paralyzed. My father stepped into the foyer and locked eyes with her—his step-sister. His face cracked open into a real smile, eyes shimmering. Castalia’s ice melted instantly. She lunged for him, burying her face in his tactical vest, sobbing like a kid. Then, to my shock, Oman ruffled my hair and pulled me into a rare, firm hug.‘I’m glad you’re back in one piece, Daniels,’ he rumbled. ‘My sons were tearing this city apart looking for you.’I leaned into the warmth. ‘Thanks, Oman,’ I whispered.‘Vince, I owe you a straight-up apology,’ my mother said, turning to my grandfather. ‘I should’ve signed over custody of Daniels years ago. I was drowning in the life back then, chasing a high and paranoid as hell. All I saw was you trying to steal my kid.’Vince didn’t say a word, just pulled her into a crushing embrace, his eyes wet.‘V
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“By the time you reach Daniels, you’ll be digging a grave anyway!” Dante spat, his voice a jagged rasp against the stone walls of the Moretti cellar.Matteo didn’t just growl; he felt the 'Noir' fire in his veins turn into a goddamn furnace. Beside him, Luca’s eyes were voids of black ice, and Nickie’s jaw was set so tight I thought his teeth might shatter. The heavy steel door groaned as Cante and Vince descended into the dim light.“Do we have a location?” Vince asked, his voice trembling with the kind of desperation only a father—or a grandfather—could feel.“We will in a second,” Matteo said, pulling a pair of heavy-duty industrial pliers from his tactical belt. He stepped toward the cage.“You don’t scare me, Moretti,” Dante hissed, though he backed into the corner of the cell.“I’m not trying to scare you,” Matteo shrugged, his voice terrifyingly calm. “I’m trying to find my girl.”“Go ahead. I’ve got nothing to live for,” Dante retorted.“You seriously want a pity party?” Matte
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I woke up back in that sterile, billionaire-chic bedroom, the air tasting like expensive perfume and cold stone. I flew off the bed and launched myself at the door, my heart hammering against my ribs. I tugged on the polished brass knob with so much adrenaline that the hardware literally sheared off in my hands.I let out a raw roar of fury. Why? What did Delilah Vance want with me? She claimed to be my mother's old ride-or-die, then callously dropped the news of her death like it was yesterday’s trash before hauling me here. I started tearing the room apart. I ripped every high-fashion frame off the walls, hurling them across the floor until the glass shattered into a million jagged diamonds.Dante burst into the room a moment later, his chest heaving, his face etched with a frantic kind of worry."What the hell are you doing?" he shouted over the sound of breaking glass."ME?!" I screeched, my voice cracking. "What the hell are you doing? Why are you holding me here? What do you wan
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“Move it, Daniels,” June whispered, nudging me through the doorway.I couldn’t believe she was actually letting me out of that sterile cage. My boots clicked against the marble as we wound through a labyrinth of white-walled corridors. Just as I was scouting for an exit, we spilled into a massive, high-ceilinged atrium. It felt like stepping into a modern temple hidden inside a billionaire’s fortress.At the far end stood a massive statue of a white fox, carved from polished stone. It was the centerpiece of an insane art gallery—intricate canvases flanking it depicted neon forests, high-fashion models, and foxes stalking through the brush. I walked toward the sculpture, mesmerized. The beast was frozen mid-leap, one paw just touching the pedestal, its two tails arched toward the ceiling like twin whips.“Hey, Daniels! Get back here!” June’s voice hissed, cracking my trance.I turned around and nearly tripped over my own feet. A dozen women were sitting on white mats across the floor,
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Luca was preparing to work his irresistible charm on the bartender at The Gilded Toad Club. He sighed heavily, leaning against the polished wood of the bar, making sure the girl behind the counter caught the performance.Stay silent and let me handle the social engineering, Luca’s voice echoed in his brothers' minds. Nickie and Matteo scowled, their eyes tracking the room for threats, but they kept their mouths shut. All five men—the triplets, Cante, and Chance—leaned on the bar, five beers lined up like a firing squad.Destiny, the bartender, turned to Luca when he let out another long, troubled sigh.“Can I get you something else, handsome?” she asked.Luca shook his head slowly, burying his face in his hands. He knew the archetype: bartenders were just unlicensed therapists who happened to hold the keys to the liquor cabinet. They couldn't resist a man who looked like his world was ending.“You want to talk about it?” Destiny asked, her professional curiosity piqued.The last biker
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