11: BETWEEN WATCHERS AND WARNINGS

Her breath caught midair as she stared at Cole Navarro sitting comfortably in her bedroom chair, like a man who belonged there. The wine glass in his hand reflected the dim light. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes, sharp, deliberate…were studying her with a kind of quiet amusement that made her skin prickle. She became painfully aware of what she was wearing. Lace bra. Black panties. Bare skin kissed by moonlight. “How the hell did you get in here?” she demanded, grabbing the edge of her silk robe from the chair. He tilted his head, lips curving. “You really should lock your doors, partner. Someone might get the wrong idea.” “And what idea would that be?” “That you were expecting me.” Her glare could’ve cut glass. “Don’t flatter yourself.” “I wouldn’t dare,” he said smoothly, eyes glinting. “But if I were, I’d start by saying your security system’s a joke.” She folded her arms, pulling the robe tighter. “I asked how you got in, not for a critique.” “Relax. I’

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12: PRICE OF POSSESSION

The air between them thickens as soon as Dante’s eyes land on Cole’s hand resting on her shoulder. His gaze darkens, that dangerous glint flickering beneath the surface, restrained, but barely. Amara feels it immediately. That subtle shift in the room, the heat, the sudden stillness. She jerks slightly, brushing Cole’s hand away in a motion that looks almost casual. Almost. “Oh, uh…Cole,” she begins quickly, forcing a smile. “He’s my neighbor. I ran into him earlier, and he needed a quick…favor. So I told him I’d be here with Marco, and he came by.” Cole chuckles under his breath. Smooth. Unbothered. “Yeah, neighbor,” he echoes with a smirk that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I was just showing her something.” Dante’s expression doesn’t change, but his eyes do all the talking. Calculating. Dangerous. He steps closer, his presence swallowing the room. “Your neighbor,” he repeats, tone low and measured, “must live in a very exclusive part of town if he can find Marco’s priva

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13: THE WOMAN IN RED

The room froze before the woman’s words could even settle. “I said, that necklace can’t be auctioned,” she repeated, her voice slicing through the hum of chatter and the clinking of champagne flutes. All heads turned. Even the air seemed to still. Dante’s hand, still hovering near Amara’s throat where he had just fastened the rare gemstone necklace, dropped slowly to his side. Across the auction hall, she stood — Elara. Every inch of her looked crafted to command attention. Her dress, a blood-red silk that clung to her curves like sin, shimmered beneath the chandeliers. A diamond pin gleamed in her hair, and her painted lips curved into something halfway between a smile and a challenge. The murmurs began. “Elara Morrow?” “Isn’t that…” “Dante Romano’s ex-fiancée?” Amara’s heart gave a startled thud. Ex-fiancée? Elara moved through the crowd with the kind of grace that only came from money, rage, and deep familiarity with power. Each step echoed on the marble floor

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14: THE DOOR BETWEEN

The air in Amara’s apartment still carried Elara’s perfume, something sharp and expensive, like poisoned honey. Her words echoed louder than the clock on the wall. “If you think you’re safe with him, you don’t know Dante at all.” Amara stood there for a long second, her heartbeat drowning everything else out. Then her phone buzzed, one single text lighting up the screen. Unknown Number: They’re watching you too. Her stomach dropped. The rational part of her mind said scam. The other part, the one that had been trained to detect hidden threats, whispered truth. She moved automatically, locking the door, pulling the curtains shut, turning off the lights. Her fingers shook. She poured herself a glass of wine, gulped, and tried to calm down. Her hands found the hem of her skirt, peeling it off. Her blouse followed. Routine. Strip. Breathe. Forget. She leaned against the kitchen counter in nothing but her underwear, letting the cool marble kiss her skin. It grounded her,

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15: SHADOWS AT HER DOOR

DANTE’S POV The city looked different at night…sharp, cold, and full of lies. Dante’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel as the black Maserati cut through the silent streets. His phone buzzed once on the dashboard, the same message glowing on the cracked screen. Lock your doors. Don’t trust anyone tonight. He’d sent it to her barely fifteen minutes ago. Now she wasn’t picking up. The data breach had been bad. His men reported it only an hour after the auction erupted into chaos. Someone had infiltrated the encrypted network they used for transfers, and her name, Amara Voss was tangled inside the codes like bait. One of his oldest allies was dead, throat slit in his own office. And on the footage recovered from the hotel lobby, a familiar face had appeared briefly, Elara. He exhaled through his nose, rage burning slow and quiet. He’d spent years building walls around himself, brick by brick, every betrayal reinforcing the concrete. But Amara had walked right th

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All Chapters of HIS DANGEROUS GAME: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

11: BETWEEN WATCHERS AND WARNINGS

12: PRICE OF POSSESSION

13: THE WOMAN IN RED

14: THE DOOR BETWEEN

15: SHADOWS AT HER DOOR