Semua Bab HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS): Bab 31 - Bab 40

“TOUCH ME LIKE YOU ARE STARVING AND ALL YOU CAN CRAVE IS ME.”SOFIA.I'm trying to avoid him.Again.It's becoming a pattern. Wake up before dawn. Sneak downstairs. Wait until he leaves. Go about my day while making sure I'm never alone in a room with him.Especially after last night.God, last night.I can still hear his voice through my wall. Still feel the sensation of my own hand between my legs while he talked about touching me, tasting me, making me his again.I'm losing my mind.That's the only explanation. I've completely lost my mind.I'm in the kitchen making Isabella's lunch when Luca appears, looking far too cheerful for ten in the morning."Morning, sister-in-law!" He opens the fridge and grabs an apple. "Sleep well?""Fine," I lie, not meeting his eyes."Uh huh." He sounds amused. "You look tired. Rough night?"Heat floods my face. Does he know? Can he somehow tell what I did last night while his boss stood behind the wall whispering filthy things that made me come apart

“AND IN THE MIDDLE OF MY CHAOS THERE WAS YOU.”SOFIA.Marco's voice.Reality crashes back like ice water.My eyes fly open, meeting Dante's. His are dark, dilated, filled with heat and want and something that looks like possession."Dante, stop—" I try to push him away but he doesn't move."Why?" His hand is still under my shirt, his body still pressed against mine. "Let him hear. Let him know who you really belong to.""Are you insane?" I whisper frantically. "He's right outside—""Good." Dante's mouth moves back to my neck, kissing, sucking. "Let him know who makes you feel like this. Who makes you make those sounds.""Dante—" It comes out as a moan despite my efforts to stay quiet.The door handle rattles. "Why is this door locked?"Panic floods through me. I shove at Dante's chest, hard. "Stop. Please. He can't find us like this.""That's right, baby," Dante murmurs against my skin, deliberately loud enough to be heard. "Tell me how good it feels. Let him hear that you belong to m

YOU WIN SOME AND YOU LOSE SOME, WELL…EXCEPT FOR ME I ALWAYS WIN.”DANTE."We have a problem." Nico's voice is calm but I can hear the tension underneath. "The Russians hit another shipment. Two of our guys are dead. They're getting bolder."I close my eyes, forcing myself to focus on business when all I want to do is think about Sofia dropping crayons at the thought of me with someone else. "How much did they get?""Ten million in product. Small compared to the warehouse, but the pattern is concerning. They're testing us. Seeing how we respond.""Where's the mole? Have you found them yet?""Close. I've narrowed it down to three people. Running background checks, monitoring communications. Should have confirmation within forty-eight hours.""Good. When you find them, I want it handled quietly. No mess. No trail.""Understood." Nico pauses. "Boss, there's something else. The Bratva reached out through back channels. They want to negotiate.""Negotiate what? They stole from us. Killed ou

“IT’S ONLY A SCANDAL IF YOU GET CAUGHT.”DANTE.MidnightI can't sleep.Again.It's becoming a pattern—lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about Sofia. About that kiss in Marco's study. About the way she responded to me, the sounds she made, the way her body melted against mine before reality crashed back in.She felt it. I know she did. All her protests, all her lies about loving Marco—they all fell apart the moment my lips touched hers.I give up on sleep and head downstairs for water. The house is dark, silent. Everyone should be asleep.But when I reach the kitchen, I see her.Sofia is standing at the counter, her back to me, wearing a thin nightgown that falls just above her knees. Her hair is down, loose around her shoulders. She's holding a glass of water, staring out the window at nothing.For a moment, I just watch her. Study the curve of her spine, the way the moonlight coming through the window makes her skin glow.Then she senses me. Stiffens. Starts to turn."D

“WHAT DOESN’T KILL ME MIGHT MAKE ME KILL YOU.”DANTEOur eyes meet in the mirror. For a moment, neither of us looks away.Then she quickly breaks the connection, focusing back on my wound."How did this happen?" she asks quietly."Ambush. On the way to a meeting."Her hands still. "Someone tried to kill you?""Yeah." I watch her face carefully. "Only one person knew I'd be on that road today.""Who?""Marco."She drops the cloth. "What? No. Marco wouldn't—""Wouldn't he?" I turn on the bed to face her. "I'm pursuing his wife. Threatening his marriage. His position. You think he'd just let that slide?""Marco isn't a killer."I laugh, but there's no humor in it. "We're all killers, Sofia. Every single one of us in this world. The only question is what it takes to make us pull the trigger."She picks up the cloth with shaking hands, continues cleaning the wound. "You don't know it was him.""I know someone with inside information set that ambush. And Marco is the most logical suspect."