Todos os capítulos de SEDUCING THE UNTOUCHABLE MAFIA : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The sound of the sirens arrived long before the lights.Celeste could hear them rising in the distance, cutting through the chaos that still echoed faintly through the estate. The house no longer felt alive in the same way it had days before. It felt wounded now, as though the walls themselves had been breached by something unseen and unforgivable.Her hands were still wrapped in Dante’s shirt when she realized how warm it had become beneath her fingers.At first she thought it was only her imagination. Shock had a way of playing tricks on the body, convincing it that everything was hotter or colder than it truly was. But when she pulled her hand back and saw the blood coating her palm, dark and slick beneath the overhead lights, her stomach turned violently.“You’re hurt,” she said, her voice coming out far thinner than she intended.Dante did not look down.“It’s nothing,” he replied, already turning toward the corridor that led deeper into the lower level.She grabbed his wrist bef

Celeste woke to silence.For a few seconds, she did not remember where she was. The ceiling above her was unfamiliar, the light filtering through the curtains softer than the harsh brightness of her apartment back in the city. It took a moment for the memories of the night before to settle into place.The attack.Adrian’s betrayal.Dante’s blood on her hands.And the kiss.Her breath caught slightly as she shifted beneath the covers, suddenly aware of the warmth beside her. Dante lay on his back, one arm thrown loosely across his stomach, the bandage at his side stark against his skin. Even in sleep, his expression was guarded, as though rest was something he had to fight for rather than surrender to.She had not meant to fall asleep here.She had told herself she would leave as soon as the immediate danger passed, that she would return to her own room once the adrenaline began to fade. Instead, exhaustion had dragged her under while she was still sitting beside him, her back against

The files arrived in three locked cases. Celeste stared at them as they were set down on the long table in Dante’s private office. The metal latches clicked open one by one under Marcus’s supervision, revealing stacks of documents, flash drives, printed transcripts, forensic reports, and sealed envelopes marked with dates she remembered too clearly. She had built a career on these pages. Now she had to dismantle it. Dante dismissed everyone except her. The door shut softly, sealing them inside with the past. For a long moment, neither of them moved. “Once we start,” Dante said quietly, “there is no going back.” She almost smiled at that. “There hasn’t been a way back in a long time.” She stepped forward and picked up the first file. The label read Financial Misappropriation Report A17. She remembered it instantly. It had been the cornerstone of the prosecution’s argument. The report that supposedly proved Dante’s direct involvement in laundering funds through offshore accoun

The news broke before noon.Celeste watched it unfold on the large screen in Dante’s study, her name appearing in bold letters beneath archived footage from five years ago. There she was in a navy suit, younger, sharper, standing on courthouse steps with cameras flashing and microphones thrust toward her face.The Ice Queen of Justice.The woman who put Dante Navarro behind bars.The anchor’s voice carried a rehearsed neutrality that barely concealed the hunger underneath.“Federal Judge Malcolm Hollis has announced a procedural review of the Navarro conviction, citing newly discovered irregularities in evidentiary documentation. Sources suggest former prosecutor Celeste Morgan may be called to testify.”Her stomach tightened.“This is calculated,” she said quietly.Dante stood behind her, his presence steady but charged.“Yes.”“They want to control the narrative before we do.”He did not deny it.“If they reopen it publicly,” she continued, “they can reframe the inconsistencies as c

The backlash began before they reached the estate.Celeste’s phone would not stop vibrating. News alerts stacked over one another, headlines shifting by the minute as commentators dissected her statement in court. Some called her brave. Others called her reckless. A few went further, suggesting she had always been compromised.The word affair appeared more than once.She turned the screen face down on her lap.Dante sat beside her in the back of the car, silent but alert. He had not released her hand since they left the courthouse. It was not a display for the cameras. It was something steadier than that. Something protective.“They’re escalating the narrative,” Marcus said from the front seat, glancing at the rearview mirror. “Ethan has given an interview.”Celeste felt her stomach tighten.“Already?”“Yes.”Dante’s jaw hardened.“What did he say?”Marcus hesitated only briefly.“He expressed concern for your mental state.”A cold laugh escaped her before she could stop it.“That’s p