《Craving The Mafia's Touch.》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

Dante's POV I walked toward the cell, my mind a battlefield of thoughts. My gut told me this wasn’t normal. She should have been there with a weapon in hand, ready to end me for my betrayal. A woman in the Mafia’s world didn’t summon a man she hated for tea and wine, she ended him. My stomach twisted as I recalled what I’d done. Betrayal was part of the game, sure, but this… this was different.The guard opened the heavy iron door, and I stepped inside, halting mid-step. I froze. The cell had been transformed into a scene straight out of a movie. Candles flickered across the walls, rose petals were meticulously scattered across the floor, leading to a low, intimate table set with glasses and a decanter of red wine. Cushions were arranged on the floor, a small platter of fruit and chocolate sat beside the wine, soft music playing somewhere in the background. It looked… like a date, a perfect, impossibly intimate setup in a place designed for confinement. My jaw clenched. Was this a tr

Dante’s POVPeople filled the grand hall, whispers trailing like smoke through the air. This wasn’t just a marriage, it was a Mafia marriage. No flowers, no romantic promises, just deals, contracts, and inheritances written in blood. Every chandelier sparkled not with joy but with intimidation, and every smile hid daggers.Then she entered. Betty.She moved through the crowd on her father’s arm, her head high but her steps slow, almost dragging. Her gown wasn’t the innocent white of fairy tales....it was ice-silver, stitched with tiny shards of crystal that caught the light and made her shimmer like glass about to shatter. The neckline was bold, plunging, as though daring anyone to look too long. A high slit ran up her thigh, showing she was both a bride and a weapon. But her face… expressionless. Empty.And for reasons I couldn’t admit even to myself, I wasn’t drawn to her. My chest felt hollow. My mind kept flashing back to that night with Bianca. The red gown, the ropes, her hand o

Dante's POV I woke up with a groan, the world spinning like a carousel gone mad. My body ached, every muscle screaming in protest, and the first thing I noticed was the sharp sting in my shoulder. My hand instinctively went to the wound, and panic flared like wildfire. That shot...the one that should have ended me, still lingered in my mind, but the truth? I didn’t need confirmation. I knew who had done it. Bianca. It had to be her. No one else moved like that, acted like that, controlled chaos like her. Wicked, beautiful, lethal. And I had been her target.“Bianca…” I rasped, my voice a mix of rage and disbelief. The room was dim, shadows pooling in the corners like silent witnesses. And there she was. Sitting by my bedside, cool, composed, a god damn angel in red silk, or maybe a devil in disguise. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t answer. Her eyes held a story she wasn’t sharing, and that silence? That silence was a dagger twisting in my chest.“Answer me,” I demanded, voice sharper now,

Bianca's POV “Where have you been, Bi?”My sister’s voice was soft, almost accusing, like she had been holding the question in her chest all night and couldn’t wait another second. I smiled at her, forcing the storm inside me into silence. My lips curved into something that looked gentle enough, and I reached forward, parting her hair with my fingers before kissing her forehead.“I’ve just been… trying to get things done,” I murmured.She didn’t question me further. She never did. That was her weakness, and maybe her strength. She slipped her hand into mine as we walked back into the apartment, her innocence clinging to me like a weight I could never shake off.And then I saw him.My father.Slouched in that damn chair with a half-empty bottle at his side, smelling of smoke, regret, and wasted years. My chest tightened, and immediately my smile dissolved into ash. I hissed under my breath and turned, ready to walk away before he could poison my mood...But his hand shot out, rough, d

Betty's POV“Hey, Betty, I forgot my....”The voice made my body freeze.Dante’s tall frame filled the doorway, his sharp eyes bouncing between me and Andreina. His words cut off mid-sentence, and for a moment, silence dragged like a blade. He wasn’t stunned because he’d caught his woman with someone else, or even because I had a half naked girl in my room. No. He was stunned because he had left less than an hour ago, only to come back and see this.He stepped inside slowly, every move deliberate, every breath heavy. “I came to grab my car keys,” he muttered, low but sharp, like he didn’t believe his own excuse.Panic hit Andreina first. She pulled the sheet higher against her chest, covering her bare skin, cheeks burning red. But me? I pushed myself up, planted my feet on the ground, and met him head-on. Before he could take another step, I reached out, grabbing his wrist.“Wait. Just… wait, Dante. Let me explain.”His eyes flicked down to where my fingers held him, then back to my f