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Broken things

Author: Cho Kay
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-30 16:47:08

Dante~

The study still reeked of scotch.

The silence that followed Isla's exit lingered like smoke, curling through the corners of the room, suffocating. I stood there, staring at the glass in my hand, watching the liquid swirl slowly before I tossed it back without a second thought.

It burned less than it should have. Probably because I've had way too much of it.

I leaned forward, bracing myself on the edge of the desk as the weight of our argument replayed in my head. Her words echoed louder now, stripped of the fire we both threw at each other.

"If she goes, then I'm going with her."

I clenched my jaw.

Damn her.

Damn that stubborn fire in her eyes. The one that always makes her stand her ground, even when she is afraid. Even when she should be running in the opposite direction.

She wasn't just defending that girl. She was defying me.

And yet…

A part of me knew I'd been too harsh. The words had come out sharper than I intended. The pain still clawed at me from the inside, a constant
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  • What The Don Wants   Fake

    Isla ~The night stretched longer than I had initially imagined.Santiago pulled Dante from one circle to the other as they indulged in various discussions that were of little to no interest to me.A couple of formal introductions here and there, forced pleasantries and smiles that I only seemed to be getting better at.Dante however looked like he was genuinely having a great time. And watching him was like a parent watching their child interact with other children of the same age. It was really...something, even though my feet were killing me in these heels.And I was already feeling the need to visit the bathroom yet again...for the umpteenth time.Another waiter offered me some glasses of champagne and before I could even get a chance to decline, Dante reached out to take a glass.I arched an eyebrow at him but alas! He couldn't see it due to the silly mask on my face. He however seemed to understand my look, letting off a shrugged."What? I'm drinking for both of you." He said,

  • What The Don Wants   Masks

    Isla~I hated masks.Not just because they itched or made it hard to breathe...or, worse, messed with my makeup, but because they were the perfect metaphor for everything I had grown to despise in this new world of mine: secrecy, deception, danger dressed in elegance."Do we really have to wear these stupid things?" I grumbled, holding the ornate mask delicately between my fingers as the limo hummed smoothly beneath us.Dante didn't say anything right away. He was seated beside me in the back of the stretch limo, his posture relaxed as ever, one long leg casually draped over the other. He turned his head toward me, eyes gleaming with quiet amusement behind his unreadable expression."You want to get in, don't you?" he asked with a chuckle, reaching for his own mask;a sleek black one with gold accents that matched mine.I rolled my eyes. "Can't we just show up like normal people?""This is normal," he replied, his voice like velvet and steel all at once."Cosa nostra has its traditions

  • What The Don Wants   Aisle 6

    A/N: Trying out this third person style of writing again, so please let me know what you feel about it in the comments.]The city passed in a blur.Cars honked, neon lights flickered in reds and yellows. Pedestrians crossed streets without waiting for signals. But Isla barely registered any of it as she sat stiffly in the back seat of the sedan, her fingers clenching the hem of her jacket in her lap.She had insisted on taking no bodyguards, going againstDante's directive. However, she was also convinced that it would bring less attention that way. There would be no black-clad stalker flanking her every move, no furious crowd rushing at her...and no paparazzi. But she wasn't naive. She knew the danger. The people still hated Dante, and by extension, they hated her.The driver's voice snapped her out of her thoughts."Everything alright, Madame?"Isla blinked, caught off guard by the question. She hadn't expected him to speak, much less notice her mood. She forced a tight-lipped smile

  • What The Don Wants   Hiding

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  • What The Don Wants   Peace offering

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  • What The Don Wants   Alliance

    DanteI was halfway down the corridor before the weight of Miguel's rushed footsteps caught up behind me. His breathing was a bit faster than usual, nervous. I didn't need to look back to know he was unsettled."Who did you say they are, again?" I asked, eyes forward, voice calm even though I already felt something twisting in my gut."The Sombra Negra cartel," he replied. "From Tijuana."I stopped walking. Everything paused in that moment.The name hit me like a blade to the back. For a second, my surroundings dulled, and all I could hear was the hum of memory; the crack of gunfire, blood on warehouse floors, screams echoing off rusted metal walls.I turned slowly to face him. "You're fucking serious?"Miguel nodded, his throat bobbing. "They said they want to talk."I stared at him, eyes narrowing. "Talk?""They're here on peaceful ground." He added quickly. "They came unarmed. Said they're here to offer an alliance."I took a step closer, forcing him to meet my eyes. "You let those

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