Todos os capítulos de DARING THE MAFIA DON MR DANTE: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Mark’s POVThe bed squeaked under Mark and his new wife while he tried to keep his cock inside her. He kept slipping out, and every time he shoved himself back in, he pretended he knew what he was doing. His face looked focused, but inside he was annoyed at himself. He pushed his hand into the mattress to steady himself, trying to act like a man in control.Veronica already knew the truth. She always knew. Mark had been like this even before they got married, but she never cared then. She thought their marriage would be a tool, a way to get under Iris’ skin. She wanted to hurt Iris the way she believed Iris had once hurt her. To her, going after Mark was payback for losing her high school crush to another girl. She thought marrying him was the perfect revenge. A stupid but bold “look who won” moment.But she had no idea that Mark’s reasons for marrying her were just as selfish. His heart was never in it. He saw opportunity in the governor’s daughter. He saw power. The kind of power he

Iris POVThey say a victim of a near accident only needs rest and peace of mind. They say the body calms down once it gets a warm bath. Maybe that works for other people, but it was not working for Iris. Every drop of water on her skin made her body burn even more. She had been in the shower for too long, trying to cool off, but nothing changed. The water running from the shower head only made her remember every single thing Dante did earlier. The moment he pulled her into his arms. The way he held her like she was something he was scared to lose. The way his voice softened when he said her name. Even the tension in the car when they struggled with the seat belts. All of it played like a movie in her mind, heating her body in a way she did not want to admit.She pressed her palms against her forehead and shook her head hard. She needed to stop thinking of getting laid. Not today. Not now. She was supposed to be angry with him. She had every right to be angry. She had enough reasons to

Mark’s POVMark stood in front of the mirror in his room, trying to fix his tie for the third time. He hated mornings like this. His head still felt heavy from the night before, and his body carried that dull ache that came from stress, anger and useless sex. He could not stop thinking about Iris, and that alone was enough to ruin the start of his day.He buttoned his shirt and reached for the suit jacket hanging on the chair. He slipped it on and checked himself again. He looked like a man with a plan. A man with power ahead of him. But deep down, he felt like a mess that refused to stay hidden.He was about to grab his watch when the door opened. No knock. No warning. Veronica walked in like she owned the place, which technically she did. The house was under both their names. She stood at the door dressed for work, hair in soft waves, her perfume reaching him before her voice.He turned his head slowly and let out a dry chuckle.“You know,” he said, “normal people knock before enter

Dante’s POVDante drove in silence. The road ahead was empty, too quiet for his mood. His fingers gripped the steering wheel tighter every time Iris’ scent floated into his head. It irritated him how her presence still lingered even after he dropped her off. She had stepped out of the car with that stubborn chin lifted and her smart mouth ready to argue again, but she still said “take care” before closing the door.He hated that it stayed with him.He pushed the thought away and focused on what mattered. The port. The stolen crate. Vincenzo. And the fact that any wrong move would stain the ground with blood.Two of his cars followed behind him. His men carried enough guns to start a small war, but Iris never knew that. He made sure of it. He kept everything hidden because he knew how she looked at danger. Brave on the surface. Shaking on the inside. And God help him, he did not want her shaking because of this.When they reached the warehouse road, Dante slowed the car. He stepped out

Iris’ POVIris entered the back seat quietly, even though her mind was a mess. The whole day at work had felt like she was trapped inside a glass box. She barely spoke to anyone. Hugh tried talking to her twice but she only nodded and forced a smile. She did not trust her voice not to shake. Not after the way her chest had been feeling since morning.Dante had left three men with her. The others followed in the second black car. Six in total. Three in the car with her, three behind. Every one of them looked like they had killed before and would not hesitate to do it again. Bold by nature Iris, a smart mouthed attorney who was used to handling assholes in court was sitting between real killers which indicated a different game. It made her stomach twist.The man beside her was scrolling through something on his phone. The one in front kept adjusting his gun while watching the road like he expected it to explode. Iris swallowed and tried to breathe normally. She hated the fact that she k