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2026-01-15 16:17:27Dante’s POV
The warehouse loomed like a fortress under the sodium lights, but tonight it felt like a trap. Nico met us at the side entrance, his tattooed arms crossed, face grim. “Alessio’s inside with three of Rossi’s goons. Claiming it’s a ‘meeting’ about territory. But I overheard— they’re planning to snatch Luca if you show.” Dmitri, patched up and shaky from the doc’s quick detox shot, nodded. “That’s the play. Alessio sells you out, Rossi gets Luca as payment, Viktor gets the scraps.” Luca’s hand brushed mine in the shadows, a silent reminder of our frenzied fuck in the office. His mark on my soul burned hotter than any bullet. But now wasn’t the time for that fire—not yet. “Chen’s call,” I said. “She knows about you, Dmitri. Says there’s a bigger player in my family.” Nico’s eyes widened. “Teresa? No way.” “Or Marco’s ghost,” Luca muttered. “But ghosts don’t embezzle.” We infiltrated through a back vent, silent as shadows. Inside, voices echoed: Alessio’s smooth tenor, Rossi’s gravelly bark. “Vitale’s weak now, obsessed with that accountant whore. We take him out, split the empire.” Rage boiled in me. I signaled Nico—flank left. Dmitri and Luca hung back, but Luca’s defiant glare said he wouldn’t stay put long. We burst in, guns blazing. Chaos erupted: Rossi’s men fired wild, bullets ricocheting off crates. I dropped one, Nico another. Alessio spun, shock twisting his face. “Dante? How—” “Dmitri,” I snarled, tackling him. Fists flew; he was strong, but jealousy made him sloppy. I pinned him, knee on his throat. “You sold us out. For what? Power? Luca?” His eyes gleamed maniacally. “He’s mine. Should’ve been. You don’t deserve him.” A shot rang out—Rossi aiming at me. Luca dove in, tackling Rossi to the ground. They grappled, Luca’s accountant hands surprisingly fierce. Dmitri finished Rossi with a precise shot to the knee, disabling him. The fight ended fast, our men swarming in. Alessio bound, Rossi groaning. But as I hauled Alessio up, my phone buzzed again. Chen: “Penthouse. Now. The bigger player’s there.” We raced back, leaving Nico to clean up. The penthouse door was ajar—forced. Inside, Teresa stood in the living room, gun in hand, facing off with… Father Pietro? The priest looked cornered, papers clutched in his hands. “Teresa?” I demanded. “What the fuck?” She whirled, eyes wild. “He’s the mole, Dante. Not just Alessio. Pietro’s been playing both sides—confessing our sins to Viktor, embezzling through the community center. I found proof.” Pietro’s face crumpled. “It was for the church. Viktor threatened to expose… old sins. I had no choice.” Betrayal upon betrayal. Dmitri whistled low. “Uncle always plays long game.” Luca stepped forward, piecing it. “The embezzlement I found—it traces back to Pietro, not just Teresa. Wait… you were covering for him?” Teresa nodded, lowering her gun. “I suspected. Tried to fix it quietly. But Alessio used it against us all.” The room tensed, truths unraveling like frayed rope. But before I could process, Luca pulled me aside into the hallway, his touch igniting that insatiable hunger. “We need a moment,” he murmured, eyes dark with need. In the guest bathroom, door locked, he shoved me against the sink, dropping to his knees. “For saving me—again.” His mouth engulfed me, hot and wet, sucking with expert fervor. I groaned, hands tangling in his curls, thrusting deep into his throat. He gagged but took it, eyes watering, fingers digging into my thighs. “Fuck, Luca… you’re perfect.” I pulled him up, bending him over the sink, mirror reflecting our twisted passion. I rimmed him first, tongue delving deep, making him writhe and beg in Italian slang I’d taught him. Then I entered him slow at first, then pounding, one hand around his throat, the other jerking him off. “Come for me, boy. Show me you’re mine.” He exploded, cum splattering the mirror, his ass clenching around me. I bit his shoulder, filling him, our reflections a mess of sweat and ecstasy. Breathless, we cleaned up. But as we rejoined the group, Chen burst in with SWAT—badges flashing. “Everyone freeze! FBI raid!” How had she breached? And what secret had Pietro truly hidden that could doom us all?
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