Jamal's POVThe storm never let up all night. Rain bashed at the windows of my penthouse, every thump echoes the war inside me as i leaned against the glass, the city falling far away below but my thoughts were anchored in one place, with one woman.... Melissa.The last words i had ever heard from Dante's sources echoed like a prayer "By midnight, it ends"He was baiting me. He always had been and Melissa was his pawn, his lure, his guarantee that I’d step right into his hands and God help me, i would.I paced, unable to halt, unable to shake the image of her shackled to some damp, isolated cell, her untamed eyes raking the darkness for me. She was too innocent for this world, too good and somehow, she'd been flung into its very heart and i was the one who drew her deeper.The bourbon on my desk called to me but i did not require another drink. I required a plan.Michael had called beforehand, his tone surprisingly flat "You're making a mistake chasing after her. Dante's been three st
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