My Mafia Stepbrother For Christmas의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 25

Brielle's POV His words hung in the air. I couldn't speak. Couldn't think past the heat flooding my veins and the way his eyes searched mine, desperate and wanting.Dante leaned in slowly. So slowly it felt like torture. His gaze dropped to my mouth again, lingering there with naked hunger.Pull away. Move. Stop this. Just fucking leave.The commands echoed through my head on repeat. Every logical, rational part of my brain fired warning signals, screaming at me to shove him back and run. To put distance between us before something happened that couldn't be undone.But my body betrayed me. I stayed frozen against the railing, fingers gripping the cold metal behind me so hard my knuckles ached. My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out everything except the sound of his breathing and the rush of blood through my veins.His face came closer. Inch by agonizing inch. His hands still cradled my jaw, thumbs brushing feather-light across my cheekbones. The gentleness of it made something

Sleep was impossible after Finn left. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling while my mind replayed every conversation we'd had about the Morettis.The way he'd gone pale when I first mentioned Dante's name at brunch. How he'd warned me that Morettis don't play games they don't intend to win. The tightness in his voice when he said it. Like he knew something I didn't.I sat up and grabbed my phone. Scrolled back through our texts from the past few months. Looking for something. Anything that might explain what was really happening.There. Three weeks before Halloween. Finn had cancelled our plans because he had to work late on a "big project." But when I'd asked about it later, he'd been vague. Dismissive.I kept scrolling. Two months ago he'd shown up to dinner wearing a very expensive watch. When I'd commented on it, he'd laughed it off. Said he'd gotten a bonus at work.But Finn had complained about money being tight just days before that.My stomach twisted.I thought about the Hallo

Brielle's POV I didn't sleep that night.Instead, I sat on my couch with my laptop balanced on my knees and started searching.Moretti Enterprises came up first. Their official website showcased massive construction projects—luxury high-rises, commercial developments, an entire waterfront renovation project worth hundreds of millions.The company had been around for three generations. Started by Dante's grandfather in the fifties with a small construction crew. Now it dominated the city's skyline.I clicked through project galleries. Buildings I'd walked past a thousand times without realizing they belonged to him. Coffee shops I'd visited. Restaurants I'd eaten at.Pieces of my world that he owned without me knowing.The About Us page featured executive bios. Richard Moretti, Chief Operations Officer. Several other Morettis held various positions. All men. All looking dangerous in expensive suits.Then Dante's bio. CEO since age twenty-eight. Harvard Business School. Previously work