Semua Bab DARING THE MAFIA DON MR DANTE: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Luca’s POVLuca sat in the underground room he used for work that no one outside his circle knew existed. It was buried under the mansion Dante gave him. The walls were covered in files, maps, and photographs. A long table sat in the middle with laptops, wires, and two phones. If secrecy had a smell, anyone who walked into the underground room would definitely smell it. Luca liked this room. It was the only place where he could lie, plan, cheat, and sin without anyone seeing his face.He cracked his neck and opened the first file. Vincenzo Carbone. He hissed at the name. A clown that always wished he was a wolf.Luca tapped his phone, called one of his men, and leaned back.“Heard you were looking for some spice this night,” the man on the other end said.“I need more than spice. I need truth,” Luca replied.“The fuck you want to know?”“Vincenzo Carbone. What is he doing these days? I need everything. If he farts, I need to know the smell.”The man chuckled. “You tracking him for the

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