Semua Bab HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS): Bab 51 - Bab 60

“WHAT IS LONGING IF NOT MADNESS, WITH A RIBBON AROUND IT’S THROAT?”(FLASH BACK 7 YRS AGO)Dante's POV - Age 21She's sleeping in my arms.Sofia. My Sofia. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen.Her dark hair is spread across my chest, her breathing slow and even. One of her hands is resting over my heart, like even in sleep she needs to feel it beating.I can't stop looking at her. Can't stop running my fingers through her hair. Can't stop marveling at the fact that this incredible woman chose me.Tonight was... perfect. More than perfect. She gave herself to me completely, and I gave her everything I had in return.I love her.God, I love her so much it terrifies me.I've never felt this way about anyone. Never wanted anyone the way I want her. Never imagined a future with anyone until her.She's it for me. The one. The only one.I'm thinking about how to tell my parents. They won't like it—Sofia isn't from one of the old families, doesn't have the right connections, isn't "suitab

“ A BURNT CHILD LOVES THE FIRE.”(FLASH BACK–SEVEN YEARS AGO)DANTE"Fuck you." I spit at his feet. "I'll kill you for this. Both of you. I swear to God, I'll make you suffer for—"My father pulls something from his jacket.A photograph.Of Sofia.Walking to class. Laughing with a friend. Completely unaware she's being watched.My blood turns to ice."Six men," my father says calmly. "Posted in her neighborhood. Watching her. Waiting for my signal.""No." The word comes out broken."If you leave this place before you're ready—before you've become what we need you to be—I make one phone call. And she dies." He tucks the photo back in his jacket. "It'll be quick. Painless. She won't even know it's coming. And it'll be all because of your disobedience."I'm going to kill him. I'm going to rip his throat out with my bare hands."What do you even see in her?" My mother's voice is disgusted.My father opens his gutter of a mouth and supports her "She's common. Unsuitable. Once you're ready,

“DO MISSED ME LIKE I MISSED YOU?”SOFIA.I blink. "What? No, I can't—""Why not?""I don't really like violence that much." The admission comes out quieter than I intended."Oh, sister-in-law, you're so sweet!" Luca laughs. "But you know, no one's at home. Not Marco, not Dante. Nico and I are going to stay out pretty late. You'd be here all alone." He leans in conspiratorially. "Wouldn't it be better for your safety to come with us? And Isabella's with the nanny, so everything would be alright. Come on. Live a little.""Luca—""Please?" He puts on an exaggerated puppy-dog expression. "I promise I'll make sure nothing happens to you. And if you hate it, we can leave immediately. Scout's honor.""Were you ever a scout?""Absolutely not. But the sentiment stands.""Fine." The word is out before I can stop it. "But if I want to leave, we leave.""Deal!" Luca pumps his fist. "You won't regret this, I promise. Well, you might. But it'll be an adventure either way!"I grab a jacket—a black l

“LET MY TONGUE EXPLAIN HOW BADLY I CRAVE YOU.”SOFIA.The kiss breaks and we’re both breathing hard. His hands are still on my waist, mine are still tangled in his hair. We should stop. I know we should stop. But when he says “Bend over the table, baby,” in that rough, commanding voice, I find myself obeying before my brain can catch up.My palms slap against the wooden surface of the small table in the back room. The arena noise is a dull roar through the thin door—shouts, the low thump of bass, the occasional burst of laughter—but it feels too close. My pulse hammers in my throat. Anyone could walk in. Anyone could hear. And yet my body is already leaning forward, elbows bracing, hips tilting back toward him like it’s been waiting seven long years for this exact moment.“Dante,” I whisper, voice cracking. “You’re hurt. Your ribs… your shoulder from the fight. We can’t do this. Not here. Not like this.”His chest presses against my back, bare and still warm from the shower, the heat

"I WANT TO RUIN YOU SLOWLY. WITH NOTHING BUT MY VOICE AND THE DARK BETWEEN US."DANTE. The house was quiet, but my blood was roaring. It hadn’t been too long since we got back from the arena. I had left Nico and Luca back at the bar there, cancelling out our original plans to get some drinks because I was already drunk and ruined on something else– on Sofia. I lay on my back in the dark, staring at the ceiling I couldn’t see, every nerve in my body still lit up from earlier. From her. From the way Sofia had come apart under my hands in that shadowed corner like she’d been starving for me just as long as I’d been dying for her. Seven fucking years.And now here we were. Her bedroom on the other side of this goddamn plaster wall. Marco’s house. My cousin’s house. The thin barrier between us might as well have been paper.I could hear her breathing.Soft. Uneven. Awake.My cock was already hard again, aching, heavy against my stomach. I hadn’t touched myself in years—not like this. Not