The heavy oak door of Dante’s private study slammed shut, the vibration rattling the crystal decanter on the sideboard."Cancel it," Dante commanded, his voice dropping an octave into a dangerous, gravelly register.Felix paused, his hand hovering over the tablet where the flight itinerary to the European medical facility glowed. For months,he had watched Dante suffer endlessly and even hurt himself on several occasions.The Moretti inner circle backing them had demanded that Dante seek treatment for the chronic, worsening illness that occasionally turned his brain to ice and spiked his fever. But tonight, the air in the room tasted like sulfur and impending war."Boss," Felix started, his tone laced with disciplined caution. "Your doctor said next week is the absolute deadline before..""I said cancel it, Felix." Dante turned slowly, his dark eyes flashing with a cold, unforgiving fire. He leaned both hands against the polished mahogany desk, his knuckles turning stark white as a s
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