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ARIATwo days after my family’s arrest, the air in Dante’s home office still carries the faint metallic tang of stress and the darker, warmer undertone of his cologne, sandalwood, leather, smoke. I’m standing near the window when Viktor strides in.“We have a problem,” he says, with a clipped voice.Dante’s head snaps up from his laptop, the screen’s blue glow catching the sharp line of his jaw. “Torres?”“Torees contacted Emma at the psychiatric facility.”Ice floods my veins. “How? She’s supposed to be under constant observation....”“He posed as a patient advocate and passedd through routine check-in. Had fifteen minutes with her before anyone clocked the forgery.” Viktor swipes open the security footage. “One of our guys recognized his gait.”It is a grainy video of Torres in pale-green scrubs, his shoulders is relaxed. Across the scratched laminate table, Emma’s hands slash the air, and mouth move furiously.“What did they talk about?” Dante asked.“The audio enhancement is runni

DANTEAfter Vivienne leaves, I pick up the phone she abandoned on the table."She's pathetic," Aria says, her voice flat. "Jumping ship the moment she realizes Emma's plan won't work.""She's also useful." I replay the recording, listening to Emma's cold certainty. "This gives us leverage. Emma can't claim insanity when we have her on tape coordinating murder while completely lucid.""Do you think Vivienne actually cares if I live or die? Or is this just another angle?""Does it matter?" I forward the recording to Morrison and Viktor. "She gave us what we need. Her motivations are irrelevant."Aria moves to the window, staring out at the city. "Everything is a transaction now. Even family concern is just strategy.""Welcome to my world." I cross to her, sliding my arms around her waist from behind. "Where loyalty is measured by usefulness and love is the only currency that can't be bought."She leans back against me. "Is that what we have? Love?""You know it is.""Say it anyway. I ne

ARIAEmma drags me through a service door, her arm locked around my waist with a surprising strength."You ruined everything," she hisses in my ear, her breath hot. "Everything, Aria. My life, my future, my family. All because you couldn't just share the money like a normal person. It is not like you had a use for it."I try to speak, but her hand is still clamped over my mouth. My clutch purse, with the panic button is lying somewhere on the ballroom floor. But the bracelet Dante gave me digs into my wrist as I struggle.The bracelet.I press the clasp once. Twice. Three times.Emma doesn't notice, she is too focused on dragging me down a narrow hallway toward what looks like a loading dock."Torres was supposed to handle this cleanly," she mutters. "Quick, professional, done. But no, your paranoid husband had to turn the gala into a military secure site. So now we do it the messy way."She finally removes her hand from my mouth as we reach the loading dock. I notice a van waiting wit

DANTEI suck her clit between my lips in hard, pulsing suction, like a child sucking greedily and hungrily on his mother's breast. I flick the tip of my tongue fast over it, and she grabs my hair, as her hips buck against my face. I slide two fingers inside her pussy and curl them up to hit that same spot that makes her thighs tremble."Dante...oh God...right there...fuck..."I pump my fingers inside her pussy faster and suck it harder so that her wetness coats my chin and drips down my neck. She's loud, and her filthy moans fill the whole room. "Don't stop...please...gonna come...""Come on, my tongue baby," I order, with a rough voice. "Soak my face, baby. Let me drink you."Her voice breaks as her back arches off the wall, and her thighs clamp my head. Immediately, a gush of wetness floods my mouth. I lick every drop that comes from her, slowly and greedily, until she's whimpering and oversensitive.I stand, wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, and kiss her hard, letting her tas

ARIA"We need to go to the hospital," Dante says the next morning, his hand still possessively splayed across my stomach."We need to get you checked out properly. Make sure everything's okay.""I'm fine," I protest, but even as I say it, a wave of nausea hits me. I barely make it to the bathroom before I'm retching into the toilet.Dante's there immediately, holding my hair back, while his other hand rubs soothing circles on my back."Hospital," he says firmly when I'm done. "Today."I'm too exhausted to argue.DANTEWe fly to Miami instead of back to New York,the hospital there has one of the best maternal-fetal medicine departments in the country, and I want Aria seen by the best.Money opens doors quickly. Within two hours of landing, we're in a private examination room with Dr. Sarah, a renowned obstetrician who came highly recommended."Let's see what we're working with," Dr. Sarah says warmly, squeezing a gel onto Aria's exposed belly. "How far along do you think you are?""May