All Chapters of One Night with the Mafia king... My Ex's Younger brother: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

DANTE POV FEW WEEKS AGO ************* Dante de Belladonna is powerful so cold, ruthless, and unapologetically brutal when he needs to be. The kind of man people fear before they even meet him. He took over the Mafia clan the moment his mother handed it to him. No hesitation. No mercy. And certainly no weakness. But power didn’t come with peace. His mother… she never looked at him the way she looked at his brother. Never chose him. Even when he was right, she still found a way to stand against him. He used to tell himself it didn’t matter. It did. She once told him he was just like his father. Cold. Heartless. Dangerous. He never argued. Because maybe she was right. But sometimes—when the nights were too quiet and his thoughts too loud—he wondered if that was the whole truth. If they were really talking about heartlessness… Then his mother wore that crown better than anyone. Still, he never said it to her face. Never would. Because for all the power

DANTE POV The air inside the club was thick, a humid cocktail of expensive cologne, sweat, spilled liquor, and the sharp, metallic tang of arousal. I pushed through the crush of bodies, feeling damp skin slide against my arm, ignoring the tangled knots of people grinding on the dance floor. In the shadowy recesses of the booths, couples were practically devouring each other, hands disappearing under skirts and up shirts, mouths locked in sloppy, wet kisses. The bouncer nodded, unhooking the rope, and we stepped into the slightly quieter, though no less depraved, upper tier. We sank onto a black leather couch that had seen too many asses and too many spills. Almost immediately, a waitress in a skirt so short it was barely a belt appeared, balancing a tray of glowing amber liquid and crystal shot glasses. She set them down on the low glass table, her eyes lingering on Dante with a hungry, desperate look that I’d seen a thousand times before. Dante grabbed the bottle of whiskey. H

Danika’s POV After the conference meeting, the entire team decided to have a small outing together. It wasn’t anything too fancy—just dinner, drinks, laughter, and conversations after a stressful week—but what shocked everyone the most was the presence of Mr. Ethan. Mr. Ethan was never the type to attend outings or socialize with employees. The man barely even stayed long enough for casual conversations during office hours before disappearing back into his office like the rest of the world didn’t exist. Yet there he was that night. Sitting quietly at the far end of the table with a glass of whiskey in his hand while the others exchanged confused glances. I noticed the way everyone acted around him—careful, almost nervous. Even the loudest members of the team toned themselves down. But despite the uncomfortable tension, I couldn’t stop stealing glances at him. He looked… lonely. Not lonely in the ordinary sense, but the kind of loneliness that settled deep inside a person

The black SUV finally came to a stop in front of the luxurious cinema hall, its bright lights illuminating the dark evening. Danika stared out the window in confusion as Dante killed the engine and stepped out of the car. Before she could even react, Dante walked around the vehicle and opened the door for her like a perfect gentleman. Danika blinked at him suspiciously. “A cinema?” Dante simply raised a brow. “Problem?” “No… I’m just surprised.” Dante ignored her comment and held out his hand impatiently. After hesitating for a second, Danika placed her hand in his, allowing him to lead her inside. The moment they entered, the smell of buttered popcorn and sweet caramel filled the air. People crowded around the lobby while movie trailers echoed from the giant screens overhead. Danika looked around curiously, still confused about why Dante had suddenly brought her there. A mafia lord taking someone to the cinema felt so unreal that she almost laughed. Meanwhile, Dante

DANTE POV Raven Hollow Hospital was unusually quiet, the kind of silence that pressed heavily against the chest. The soft beeping of machines filled Emily’s room as Danika sat beside the hospital bed, her trembling fingers wrapped tightly around her daughter’s smaller hand. The doctors had already run several tests on Emily, but the results were still pending. Every passing second felt unbearable. Danika had barely moved from the chair since they arrived. Her parents stood nearby, equally tense, though they tried to remain strong for her sake. Her mother occasionally wiped away silent tears while her father paced the room, his expression dark with worry. Outside the room, Dante leaned against the wall with Cat and Jaden beside him. None of them spoke much. Dante’s mind was elsewhere. The moment at the airport replayed endlessly in his head. “I need to go back to Raven Hollow. My daughter is there.” At first, he had thought he misheard her. Daughter. Danika had