Semua Bab Betrayed And Sold To The Mafia King: Bab 31 - Bab 40

DanteWe were both leaning in, neither one wanting to look away.And then there was a sharp, metallic click. The sound repeated. Once. Twice, and then three times. The click of three triggers being pulled back resounded through the room, turning the stillness into something loaded.I hesitantly turned my head, only an inch, to see what was in the room with me. Eduardo's men, the three suits who'd been standing there like ornamental statuary a moment before were now with guns in their hands aiming at me.One aimed for my head. Another for my chest. The third... well, he was aiming for the table but we both knew that just gave him first shot on anything that moved. I breathed a long, almost chuckling sigh and leaned back into my chair.Eduardo’s voice came out smooth. “It doesn't have to be messy, Dante. You can agree and we split as friends.”I chuckled low. “Friends? You bring guns out into my office, waving em around and you still got a fucking word.”A faint smirk played around his

DanteThe atmosphere in the space was deadening. I didn’t move. Rodrigo's first son's eyes met mine, a man brave or stupid enough to say that to my face.Inside, my blood simmered. I leant back, as my fingertips just graced the cold metal of the armrest. When I finally spoke, my voice was steadier, lower, almost bored.“I don’t know who you’re referring to,” I stated, still not breaking eye contact with him. “I have many people under me. What next, you think I can add up all the names that you toss into the air?”The man smiled, his nose practically touching the table. He had this implacable assurance in his eyes that had my men tensing behind me.“I’m not throwing this out there,” he said, with all due boldness. “The woman I want is the one you have confined in your villa. Valeria.”I shivered when I heard him mention her name. Although my face didn't fail me. I let the words dangle in the air as they burned slowly as my cigar did between my fingers.“…Valeria?” I repeated, my tone c

Valeria’s POVI froze at Rodrigo’s words. The sentence echoed in mind in a way I wasn't sure if be able to recover from. I turned around, turning my gaze to Dante. He stared at me, with his cigar held between his fingers as if this wasn’t quite the most embarrassing moment of my life.Rodrigo was fuming, his chest was heaving, but his eyes, when it turned to me, contained something softer, almost desperate. “Valeria, let me get you out of here. I’ll pay whatever it costs. You don’t belong here.”I wanted to scream. I yearned to ask him why he said these things in front of Dante, and why he was treating me like a possession to be bartered. I felt my face and throat flush and my chin tilting down to my chest but Dante’s eyes remained on me, weighing me down heavily. Finally, Dante stood. His chair scraped across the floor, in a harsh way. “She’s not for sale,” he said with a cold voice. Rodrigo chuckled hoarsely. “Then why is she dressed like that? You shamed her and you would call th

ValeriaI stormed out of Dante’s office shaking and broken. I wasn’t going back to the house, no. I couldn’t. If I got into that car now, my breakdown would be before them all and that’s not what they deserved… to see me just lose it while he smirked on.I kept my head down and walked through the corridor, refusing to look at anyone in the eyes. I walked to the bathroom on the opposite end of the company building. Then I shut the door behind me, locked it, and leaned against it before I exploded.The tears came out fast. They ran down my cheeks, hot and ceaseless, until I could barely see. I shook with tears, my chest ached and I sobbed through the tiled room. I clamped my mouth closed with both hands and pressed my back against a wall to smother the noise, but it wouldn’t cease.“Dante, I hate you,” I said as if it were a mantra. “Damn you for humiliating me. Fuck you for tearing me down.”I spoke down at him through gritted teeth, each word tasting sour. I told him I hated him.

ValeriaI was on my bed, staring at the time on my phone. It was morning, around 11:00 a.m., and I sat as my heart kept on pounding violently. The message from last night kept playing over in my head. Nine o’clock. That was tonight. Before that time I had to leave this mansion. My hands were trembling and I made an effort to keep calm. This was my best opportunity to get away especially with Dante being so far away. I didn’t want to think about him, yet his face kept appearing in my mind. His cold eyes, and his cruel smirk. I thought to myself, “I hate you, Dante.” The words felt good to say, but my stomach was still in knots.I had considered turning to Nico for assistance. He was one of Dante’s men, I knew but he actually seemed a little bit nicer than some of the other ones. Perhaps I could fool him somehow, into getting out. I got up, wiped my dress down and left the room. My legs had begun to feel heavy, but I walked on. Nico was in the hallway, leaning against the wall while w