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Dante’s POVFor one terrible second, I forgot how to breathe.My father stood at the end of the corridor.Alive.Older than I remembered. Thinner, too. There was gray in his hair that hadn’t been there the last time I’d seen him.But it was him.And in his arms was Isabella.My daughter.Her little face was pressed against his shoulder. One of her hands clutched the front of his shirt.“Dad.”The word came out before I could stop it.His eyes met mine.Something moved across his face.Regret.Then it was gone.“Dante.”Valentina stepped forward.“Isabella!”Isabella lifted her head.“Mommy!”She reached toward Valentina.My father tightened his hold.Valentina stopped.Her face crumpled.“Please.”Alessandro moved closer to my father.“That’s enough.”I raised my weapon.“Put my daughter down.”My father didn’t move.“You don’t understand what you’re looking at.”“I understand that you’re holding my child.”“You think I want to hurt her?”“I don’t know what you want anymore.”He looke

Dante’s POVThe first thing I heard was Valentina screaming her mother’s name.“Sofia!”I turned toward her immediately.She was standing in the middle of the chapel, Isabella pressed against her chest, staring at the empty space where Sofia had been seconds earlier.The candles had gone out.Smoke hung in the air.My ears were still ringing from the gunshot.“Valentina, stay down.”She didn’t listen.She ran toward the spot where Sofia had disappeared.I caught her around the waist before she could reach the far end of the chapel.“Let me go!”“There’s a shooter.”“My mother is gone!”“I know.”“You don’t understand!”“I understand perfectly.”She fought against my grip for another second before finally going still.Her breathing was ragged.Isabella was crying against her shoulder.I looked around the room.No broken window.No visible doorway.No obvious place the shooter could have been standing.Which meant one thing.There was another exit.I crouched and picked up the photograp

Dante’s POVThe explosion knocked the air out of my lungs.For several seconds, I couldn’t hear anything except the high-pitched ringing in my ears.Dust filled the room.Something heavy had fallen behind me.“Valentina!”I reached blindly through the darkness.My hand found her arm.“I’m here.”Her voice was shaken, but she was conscious.“Isabella?”“I have her.”I pulled her closer.Gabriel was somewhere beside us.“Gabriel!”“I’m here!”His voice came from the floor.I switched on the small flashlight attached to my weapon.The beam cut through the dust.The room looked as though a storm had passed through it.The table had been overturned.One wall was cracked.The three envelopes were gone.And the man who had been standing in the doorway was nowhere to be seen.My father had disappeared.I stood.“Stay here.”Valentina grabbed my sleeve.“Where are you going?”“To find him.”“No.”She shook her head.“You’re not leaving us.”I looked at her.She was pale, covered in dust, but h

Dante’s POVThe room went completely silent.Valentina stared at Elena as though she had forgotten how to breathe.I kept my eyes on the woman standing across from us.She looked enough like Valentina to make my stomach tighten.Same dark hair.Same sharp eyes.Same stubborn set to her jaw.But there was something different in her expression.Fear.Real fear.Not the kind people pretended to feel when a gun was pointed at them.This was deeper.The kind that came from knowing exactly what was coming.I moved closer to Valentina.“What do you mean she isn’t Isabella?”Elena looked at me.“I mean exactly what I said.”Valentina tightened her arms around the child.“Don’t.”Her voice was quiet.“Don’t tell me that.”Elena swallowed.“I wish I didn’t have to.”Valentina shook her head.“She is my daughter.”“I know.”“I carried her.”“I know.”“I gave birth to her.”Elena’s eyes filled with tears.“And that is why this is so much worse.”I stepped between them.“Start talking.”Elena look

Dante’s POVFor one second, I couldn’t move.Carlo stood in the middle of the road as if he owned it.Maybe he did.Maybe that was the problem with men like him. They spent so long believing everything belonged to them that eventually they forgot what it meant to lose.His eyes remained fixed on Isabella.I shifted the SUV into reverse.Three vehicles were behind us.Blocked.I looked toward the trees.Too narrow.We were surrounded.“Stay down,” I said.Valentina pulled Isabella against her chest.Gabriel crouched beside them.Sofia reached for the weapon beneath her coat.“Don’t,” I told her.She looked at me.“They’re expecting a firefight.”“Exactly.”Carlo stepped closer.“Dante.”I rolled down the window halfway.“What?”He smiled.“I don’t want a fight.”“Then move.”“I can’t do that.”“Why?”“Because you have something that belongs to me.”My hand tightened around the steering wheel.“Isabella doesn’t belong to you.”His smile disappeared.“You really don’t understand.”“I und