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The Quiet Between Us

Author: RAJI
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-03-31 03:18:45

The car ride was silent.

Dante sat beside me in the backseat, one hand resting against the leather seat, the other holding a cigarette between his fingers. The faint glow of the ember cast shadows across his face.

Outside, the city blurred past us—neon lights, dark streets, empty sidewalks.

Everything felt too quiet.

Too still.

The scent of blood still clung to my skin, even after I’d wiped my hands clean. My shirt had specks of it, and the memory of Salvatore’s last breath still echoed in my mind.

I had killed before. But this was different.

This was power.

This was becoming something I couldn’t walk away from.

Dante exhaled smoke, his gaze fixed out the window. He hadn’t spoken since we left the warehouse.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to.

Not yet.

Not when my pulse was still pounding from the weight of everything that had just happened.

The Penthouse: Only Us

The moment we stepped inside Dante’s penthouse, the world outside disappeared.

The city was loud. The business was brutal. B
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