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Dante’s pov
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Vows of sin The promise of violence
The quiet between them was fragile, a rare bubble carved from chaos. Dante’s hands lingered on Alessia’s skin, tracing the curve of her jaw, the delicate line of her collarbone, as if memorizing her in the dim light. He could feel the heat radiating from her, mingling with his own, and for a fleeting moment, the war, the power plays, the betrayals—they all seemed distant, irrelevant.Alessia’s breath hitched beneath his touch, her eyes searching his, raw and unguarded. She wanted to believe in this fragile peace, in the promise of something beyond the relentless storm that defined their lives. But both knew better. Every whispered promise was shadowed by the coming storm.Far away, behind closed doors, Giordano sat with Selene, their faces illuminated only by the glow of a laptop screen. A map of the city sprawled before them, dotted with markers tracking Dante’s movements. Giordano’s lips curled in a smirk as he plotted the next move, each step closer to Dante and Alessia’s undoing.
Vows of sin Survival
The storm outside had quieted, but inside the suite, echoes of passion still trembled through the air. Alessia lay sprawled across silk sheets, her chest rising and falling in uneven waves, her lips parted, swollen from Dante’s kisses. His body, still radiating heat, hovered above hers—damp with sweat, muscles taut, lips hovering just above the slope of her breast.She stared up at him, eyes glazed with the kind of bliss that made the world feel like it had stopped spinning. But it hadn’t. Not really.Dante brushed a lock of hair from her face, his touch softer now, reverent. There was something in his eyes—a flicker of doubt, maybe even fear—as if what they had just shared had carved open a part of him he’d long buried.“You’re quiet,” Alessia whispered, her voice hoarse and low.“I’m listening,” Dante said, pressing a slow kiss to her collarbone. “To your heartbeat. To mine.”She chuckled softly, turning her face into his palm. “Romantic for a man with blood on his hands.”“And you’
Vows of sin Skin to Skin
The safe house breathed silence, but beneath its quiet walls, a storm was building. Alessia and Dante moved toward each other with the inevitable pull of two forces bound by danger and desire. Every glance, every inch closing between them carried the weight of everything they’d been through — the betrayals, the secrets, the burning need for control and survival.Dante’s eyes darkened the moment he saw Alessia step closer, the flicker of defiance and vulnerability in her gaze igniting a fire deep inside him. His hands reached out, skimming over her skin with a mix of tenderness and fierce claim. She responded in kind, pressing herself against him, her breath catching as his lips found hers — slow, demanding, leaving no room for doubt about who held power here.Their kiss deepened, a desperate exchange that spoke of battles fought both outside and within. Clothes fell away like barriers, the air thick with heat and raw tension as Dante’s hands memorized every curve, every shiver beneath
Vows of sin Alessia’s pov
The van’s roar faded behind us, swallowed by the night as we sped away from the Romano estate’s chaos. My skin still prickled with the echoes of gunfire, and every muscle screamed from the run. But beneath the exhaustion, something fiercer burned—determination, raw and relentless.Dante’s hand never left mine, his grip steady, grounding me as the coded message replayed in my mind: “Catalina is not what she seems. Trust no one.”What did that mean? Was Catalina a pawn? A player? Or something worse—an enemy disguised in a friend’s skin?I dared to meet Dante’s gaze, searching for answers but finding only more questions.“We need to move fast,” he said quietly, eyes dark and stormy. “If Giordano knows we’re coming for him, he won’t hesitate to strike first.”I swallowed the knot of fear tightening my throat. The war was no longer a distant storm—it was here, raging between us.Dante’s POVThe safehouse felt like a fortress, but even here, paranoia clawed at every corner. We gathered arou
Vows of sin Dante’s pov
Dante’s POVThe city lights blurred past the van window, but my mind was locked on the storm brewing inside my head. Catalina. The name echoed with every pulse, every breath—an unknown variable tangled deep within this deadly game. Whoever she was, she was a wildcard.I glanced at Alessia. She was tense, every muscle coiled like a predator ready to strike, but her eyes betrayed something more—resolve, a hunger for the truth.“Nico, status?” I barked into the radio.“Safe for now, but Giordano’s men are mobilizing fast. We need to move, boss.”“Good. We’ll lay low for a while. Alessia, what now? What’s our next move?” My voice softened slightly. I didn’t want to push her too hard—yet.She didn’t hesitate. “We find Catalina. We find out what she’s hiding.”Her words hit like a hammer. That woman was the key. But how deep did the rabbit hole go?A sudden buzz on my phone interrupted the silence. Another message—this one encrypted, raw urgency in its code.“Watch your back. Giordano’s clo
Vows of sin Dante’s pov
The weight of Alessia’s confession lingered in the air like a storm ready to break.Giordano’s daughter.How had I missed this? Or had I ignored the signs?I paced the dimly lit room, the walls closing in. My men were securing the perimeter outside, but inside, the war was just beginning.She stood there, vulnerable yet defiant—so much like the woman I was supposed to control, yet so different from the enemy I thought she was.I clenched my fists. Every instinct screamed to tighten my grip, to make her pay for every secret, every betrayal.But something deeper whispered caution.“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” I demanded, voice rough with frustration.She met my gaze steadily. “Because I have nothing left to hide. And because if Giordano finds out I told you, I won’t be alive to regret it.”That was the truth in her eyes—the fear beneath the steel.I stepped closer, voice dropping low. “You’re walking a razor’s edge, Alessia. One wrong move and you’ll fall.”Her breath hitch
Vows of sin Dante’s pov
The warehouse breathed a cold menace, its cavernous space swallowing sound and light alike. Shadows pooled beneath towering stacks of crates and rusted machinery, broken only by the staccato bursts of gunfire. The acrid scent of gunpowder mixed with the coppery tang of fresh blood, filling the air with the stench of violence.I crouched low behind a steel crate, gripping my gun tightly, every muscle coiled like a spring. The last firefight had left scars on my men and me, but the battle wasn’t over—not yet. We had been caught off guard by Giordano’s operatives, the men who had once been ghosts, now turned hunters. They came to kill me. To take Alessia. To shatter everything I’d built.But they’d miscalculated.“Clear the left flank!” I ordered, voice low but commanding.My men moved like shadows—silent, efficient, merciless. Each shot was precise, calculated to end threats without hesitation. I caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye and spun, firing twice. One attack
Vows of sin Alessia’s pov
Pain radiated from my bruised wrists and the sharp sting along my ribs, but it was the weight of betrayal that truly crushed me. The villa around me was a gilded cage, opulent but suffocating, filled with reminders that I was a prisoner—someone Dante had promised to protect but instead left exposed.Last night’s chaos still haunted me: the gunfire echoing through the marble halls, the desperate screams, the flash of weapons in the dim light. I had fought tooth and nail, barely escaping death. Yet Dante had watched in silence—silent, unmoving, while men I once called enemies had broken through our defenses.Now, as I sat slumped against the cold floor, I traced the angry bruises blooming along my wrists, wondering if I was more broken inside or out.A sudden creak at the door made my heart leap. I braced myself for a guard, for another threat, but the figure that entered was Dante himself.His usual ice-cold mask was gone, replaced by something raw—something that flickered between regr
Vows of sin The price of Resurrection
Giordano’s POVPain was a strange thing. It didn’t just burn—it hollowed.Giordano Romano lay in a makeshift hospital bed inside a private safehouse, hooked to machines, thick gauze wrapped around his chest and abdomen. The bullet had missed his heart by millimeters. The surgeon called it divine luck.Giordano didn’t believe in luck. Only war.The last thing he remembered was Alessia screaming. Then blackness.Now, light.Too bright. Too clean. Too quiet.He turned his head with effort. Nico sat in the corner, arms crossed, one eye swollen shut from the brawl that broke out during the extraction. His presence meant Dante knew. Dante had found out everything.Giordano rasped, “Where is she?”Nico looked up, jaw tense. “Alive. Under lock and key. Dante’s not taking chances.”Giordano tried to sit up, and the pain sliced through him like fire. “You have to let me see her.”“She thinks you’re dead,” Nico said. “That’s the only reason she’s still breathing.”The weight of that hit harder t
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