บททั้งหมดของ DARING THE MAFIA DON MR DANTE: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Dante’s POV By the time Dante got back to one of his safe houses, the pain in his shoulder had settled into something dull and manageable. It wasn’t the pain that bothered him. It was the unanswered question sitting in his head, refusing to stay quiet. Someone had tried to kill him. Not carelessly or even emotionally. But cleanly. That meant planning. Money. Information. He stepped inside the house and locked the door behind him, dropping his jacket on the chair by the wall. The room was a bit dark due to the window blinds that hasn’t been adjusted. It was also quiet, and felt familiar. One of the few places where he could think without interruption but ever since he married Iris, he had maintained staying at the penthouse because of her. His phone buzzed, and he answered it. “Where are you?” Luca asked. “Safe,” Dante replied. “Where are you?” “On my way. Ten minutes.” “Good,” Dante said. “Bring Marco.” There was a pause. “That bad?” “Yes.” He ended the call and moved to t

Iris’ POVThe door swung open, revealing a long conference room filled with people already seated around the table. Iris paused for half a second before stepping in and shutting the door behind her. The air conditioner hit her skin immediately, cold enough to raise goosebumps along her arms. She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry, and took a steady breath.Today was D-day.Every lie she was going to tell would be told today. Every arrangement she needed had already been made for this exact moment. Every document that could back her words had been sorted, verified, and locked in place. There was no room for mistakes. No room for panic.She hated that she had to do this.Clearing Dante’s name should have felt right. Instead, it felt like swallowing broken glass. Still, she was here, and she was going to finish it.Hugh noticed her immediately.He flashed her a smile that made her fingers tighten around the file in her hand. For a split second, she imagined slamming it into his face and

Luca’s POVLuca held the woman’s hair firmly, his grip moving in a slow, steady rhythm as she went up and down on him. Her lips wrapped around his cock like it was candy she did not want to finish too fast. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the room, mixing with her muffled moans as she sucked him like she knew exactly what she was doing.He groaned, his head falling back as pleasure rushed through him. He needed this. He needed something sensational and fast to calm the mess in his head. His emotions had been on edge all day, and sex was the only thing that usually shut his mind up fast enough.But it worked slowly this time.Iris.The thought of her made his jaw tighten. Her response earlier had been insulting. Straight-up disrespect. She had spoken to him like she was daring him to remind her who he was. Worse, like she did not care where he stood in Dante’s life.Who the fuck did she think she was?His grip tightened without him realizing it. The woman beneath him let out a small whimper,

Mark’s POVMark stood in front of the mirror adjusting his tie for the third time, even though it was already straight.The house was quiet in that tense, artificial way that came from two people occupying the same space while pretending not to notice each other. He had slept alone again, woke up alone, showered alone. That had always been a routine. What had not become routine was the campaign calendar pinned inside his head, counting down the hours whether he wanted it to or not.Two days.The first major campaign event was in two days. The one that mattered. The one donors, party leaders, and press would actually show up for. The one that would either cement him as serious or expose every crack in his carefully built image.He tightened the knot one last time and stepped out of the bedroom.Veronica was already downstairs.She was seated at the kitchen island, legs crossed, scrolling through her phone with one hand while sipping coffee with the other. She looked put together in the

Dante’s POVThe room was so quiet that the only sound breaking it was the slow, steady tap of Kelly’s latest designer shoes against the marble floor. Dante had taken them off earlier, then slipped them back on, then off again. He had been doing that for almost an hour without realizing it. He was taking far too much time getting ready for work, and it was not because he cared about his looks. His mind refused to stay in one place.He paced around his bedroom, moving from the window to the mirror, then back again. His thoughts kept drifting back to what had happened the other day, and no matter how hard he tried to shove them away, they came right back, louder and heavier.“Morgan,” he muttered under his breath.The name tasted bitter in his mouth. He still did not understand why Morgan had called him so suddenly, and at such a fucking wrong time. Of all times. Of all days. Morgan had chosen now, after years of hiding like a ghost, living freely, pretending the past never happened. Pre