LOGINHey pretty people, We’ve finally come to the end of this book. I hope you loved her. I was a little sick towards the end (going through some health stuff, but I’m fine now). Thank you all for your love and support. Thank you Mala, Shirley, Peace, Sywlyn, Hayley, Amanda, Ugoma, Vivian, Rebecca, Gupta, Olive, Essie. I could go on, but I’ve totally forgotten everyone. So I lied, I can’t go on. Thank you very much for all the support you have given me. We are finally ending the journey of Christopher and Dante here. I decided to end it with this cliffhanger that alludes to Tate’s love story. I gave you a sneak peek in the epilogue of Tate’s story. Now, I had a change of editors, so I decided to end this book and then wait to have a discussion with my new editor before starting Tate, Tim’s, and Pierre’s relationship, but I’ll be starting something new until then. I hope you support this new couple like you did Dante and Christopher. They are just as lovable and gorgeous as a coupl
Tate's POV"Shot! Shot! Shot!" people chanted at me, and I grinned, chugging all the shots at once. They all cheered, and I laughed as they high fived me. Someone even kissed me on the lips and I returned the favour. This was one of the strangest yet most alluring clubs ever. Whenever I came here to drink, I always got shit faced and would forget everything that happened the night before.A normal person would stay away, but somehow I always got drawn into this place like something was calling my name, like I was looking for someone.It might just be the alcohol talking, and I might just be an alcoholic with a problem.I needed to fix it because it was getting out of hand. I was now coming here every day.Maybe it was the stress from having a sick mother, but everything was going fine. I mean, my mum was responding well to the treatment, I had a great, paying job, and all these great benefits.I was fine, but I still couldn't help but wonder, why the hell was I always coming back?I
Christopher’s POVThe day went by lighter than I expected. After all the heaviness with Mom in the morning, it felt good to just… do fun shit again. We spent the afternoon in the kitchen together, baking whatever nonsense she felt like whipping up, then playing cards until Dante got bored and started cheating by looking through my tells. I threw a pillow at him, and he pretended to be mortally wounded until Mom told us both to grow up. Honestly, it was the most normal I’d felt in years.By evening, we were showered, dressed, and ready to head out. Trivia night. Mom insisted we go and that she'd be fine by herself. We made sure she had all she stuff and double checked all the stuff christy had helped set up. she just rolled her eyes and told me. "I'm disabled not incompetent" and then pushed us off to go. We slid into the car, and before I could even get my seatbelt on, Dante leaned across the console, his hand curling around the back of my neck. His lips brushed mine, slow and te
Dante's POV We both rushed downstairs to her immediately we heard the sound. I didn't even have time to think. Christopher flung the door open, nearly ripping it off the hinges. My gaze swept the room, braced for chaos, for blood, for something broken. But there she was, his mother, half sitting up in bed, stretching awkwardly toward the nightstand. Not panicked, not hurt. Just struggling.I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.“Mom?” Christopher blurted, his voice tight.She startled, then gave a sheepish little smile. “Oh, sorry, love. I didn’t mean to worry you. I was just trying to reach something.”Christopher’s eyes narrowed. “What could you possibly need that badly?”“Documents,” she admitted softly, pointing toward the slim pile of papers she’d been stretching for. “I just needed to look them over.”I frowned but said nothing. The air shifted almost immediately, though, because instead of leaving it at that, she sighed and looked straight at her son. “Christo
Christopher’s POV I turned to christopher who was laying beside me a content smile on his face staring into the ceiling. The quiet of the morning and the exhaustion from the night before filling the room. We'd stayed out last night until early in the morning when we finally drove back home with my tired mother already snoring in the back. We all were going to sleep in today from the sheer exhaustion of the previous night. Dante and I didn't sleep but we didn't spend time together with each other. I lay there, curled into Dante, my head tucked against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his not, heartbeat. He didn’t have one, but somehow, there was always this presence, this warmth under my cheek that felt more alive than anything else.I was cold but he was warm with what seemed to be an illusion of a heart beat. He was very human like. I looked more like a vampire than he did. it was funny seeing that he was my maker. “Morning, love,” he whispered, low and soft, brus
Dante’s POV I packed up the trays as I stared at Christopher and his mom talking to some random woman. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He was beautiful. The way his face animated and the smile on it. I wanted to do nothing more than to walk over their and steal a kiss from him. The woman said something funny and both him and his mom there their heads back and laughed. They both had the same laugh. I could see traces of her in him and it made me feel even better about what I had done. After overhearing her conversation with that old witch, Mrs. Bukly, I’d made a decision. Normally, I wouldn’t have interfered. Let the humans bite and claw at each other, let them sort their own egos out. Plus this was Christopher's mom. I didn't have much motivation to help out giving that I still have not forgiven her for what she did to Christopher and I never would but even then. I still intervened something that was out a character for me. I couldn't sit down and watch that old hag thin
Christopher's POV I let him kiss my forehead and play pretend, but I knew something was wrong. I could tell from the way Theo and Kerion were uneasily looking at the door when they thought no one was watching, to the worried look Dante had that he tried to hide. They were really good at fooling
Dante's POV We kissed as we stumbled to my room. I kicked the door open, and we walked inside and slammed it shut, continuing to kiss as he pushed me against the closed door, running his hand over my chest and body. I groaned, looking at him look at me with the most damning look of desperate need.
Ashley's POV God, my head was pounding. I opened my eyes and looked around me. I was lying on the cold concrete floor. "Fuck," I cursed, trying to stand up, but I realized that my hands and legs were tied. What the fuck was going on? Who kidnapped me, and why was I here? The answer to my questi
Dante's POV I shut the door behind me and sighed. I walked to the kitchen and started with breakfast for him. I looked towards Tate's room. I don't know why I didn't tell him. I didn't want him to worry. It was my fault this happened, and I would have to figure out a way to fix it. I knew I neede







