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CHAPTER XIII

Dante’s POV

I’ve been punched by gang members all at once until they knock the living daylights out of me and had the nail of my pointer finger ripped out of me with a plier but, nothing compared to the pure torture I had to endure last night. I had to force her to fall into unconsciousness, glad for her inflated skirt that shielded my hardness from coming in contact with her soft body. It was all I could do not to ravish her right there and then.

My father called first thing in the morning. As much as I’d want to be the first thing she sees as she wakes up, duty called. I stared at her sleeping figure for a moment. Tear tracks decorated her cheeks. Guilt twisted my gut at the reminder of the way she cried in my arms. My hand moved to touch her face, wiping the tear stains with my thumb. Her lips slightly parted. I remembered how soft they were and my

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