ANGELOShe was even more beautiful up close, photographs hadn’t done her justice, neither had the surveillance videos and neither had the countless hours I had spent watching her through Dante’s eyes.Standing less than ten feet away from her, I almost laughed because my idiot brother had somehow stumbled into perfection.Sunlight caught the strands of her dark hair as the afternoon breeze swept them across her shoulder. She looked tired from the press conference, frustrated by the reporters still shouting questions behind her, yet she still carried herself with a quiet elegance that couldn’t be taught. She had grace, class and power, everything Paige had pretended to possess, was everything June simply was.I smiled to myself because for years, Dante and I hadn’t agreed on a single thing, not business, not family, not even the future, but on this one, we had finally found common ground.June Cross was perfect and soon she would belong to me.I had spent years watching my brother and

DANTEMy phone shattered against the wall, the plastic exploded and the glass sprayed across the hotel suite, skidding over polished marble before settling beneath the television.Silence followed, the kind that made every muscle in my body tighten. That two-timing son of a bitch met her, he got close enough to breathe the same air and he had the audacity to look at her.My hands curled into fists until my knuckles burned white.Across the room, Rafael slowly reached into his pocket as his own phone vibrated, he looked at the screen then looked at me and without saying a word, he stretched his arm out and placed the phone into my waiting hand.It was Enzo. I answered immediately. “What?”“Damn,” he laughed. “You sound like you’re about to murder somebody.”“I am.”“You should calm down.” His voice remained annoyingly calm. “You didn’t have to act like a tiger, she’s fine, he didn’t touch her.”“You should’ve put a bullet in his head when you had the chance,” I growled. “And risk get

DANTEFLASHBACKI was in a dark room again, it smelled of damp rotting wood, mold and blood and I couldn’t tell which memory came first anymore.Days blended together or weeks, maybe months, I had lost count. There were no windows and no light, only darkness so thick I couldn’t see my own hands.My stomach cramped violently and at first, it was hunger growling but after enough time, it simply hurt.The pain became normal and it disappeared only when I fainted or slept, if I was lucky enough to sleep.Once again, my father had locked me up here because he said I deserved it, because Angelo cried, because my grades were better, because the teachers picked me for the regional competition, because Angelo wanted that spot and smelly because I existed.That was enough reason. Every parent wanted children who behaved, studied, listened and worked hard but not my father. Finally, the silence broke, a key turned and the door creaked open. Light stabbed into my eyes and I flinched, when I loo

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