Novel & Cerita Always Been You Novel Lola And Dante

Thirty years after Vienna, Luca sat in the garden writing the final pages of what would become his last book—not about trafficking this time, but about recovery itself, about what it meant to build an entire life on the other side of catastrophe. Dante, seventy-one now, sat across from him doing crossword puzzles with the same focused intensity he'd once brought to running a criminal empire. "Seven letters," Dante said. "Lasting beyond expectation." "Survival," Luca offered. "Doesn't fit. S-U-R-V-I-V-A-L is eight letters."

I returned to the entrance of my apartment building, where a black Rolls-Royce stood parked by the roadside. Dante leaned against the car, holding a cigar. Sofia Conti was standing next to him, holding a young girl in a princess dress. That young girl, Bianca Romano, was giggling as she called Dante "Papa".

Luca’s Pov: The bloodshed, the betrayals, the lies….the bittersweet love. As I laid half unconscious on the cold marble floors and took merciless beatings from people I called my family…. I wondered, could I have avoided it all? Maybe I could’ve, If I wasn’t so desperate for a restart at life. Two years ago, Dante Solis found me on the streets of New York playing a guitar for the tiniest amount of money.

Damien assures me, “Are you coming or not.” He reaches out a hand and escorts me the rest of the way, not bothered by my dragging feet. I was so confident in the car. Now, all I can see is my past when I should be concentrating on Lola. As the letters 2B come into view, I can’t help but hold my breath. When the apartment door opens, my heart drops, and my tears threaten to slip over. Lola’s mangled face reminds me of how I looked after an encounter with my ex-husband. I feel my pulse quicken, remembering him. These bastard men have no idea the anguish they cause.

I admitted. Dante’s expression didn’t change. But I saw it—the flicker of something dark. Pleased. He leaned in, voice dropping lower. “You think you’re losing yourself.” I swallowed. “You’re not,” he murmured. “You’re just finally becoming who you were always meant to be.” My breath caught. Dante’s lips brushed against my jaw, slow and deliberate. Then, against my skin, he whispered, “And I’m never letting you go.” The Breaking Point

Doesn't he have a do it all assistant? My jaw clenches tighter the longer I stew in it. A soft knock startles me. Before I can move, the door opens and Elena steps inside, her face lightens up the moment she sees me. “Cara mia.” Getting on my feet at once, and I cross the room to embrace her. She smells faintly of roses and powder, and for a moment, my heart aches with guilt. She pulls back just enough to study me. “Where is Dante?” The question makes my stomach flip. I clear my throat. “He, uh… he had to fly to New York. Some work emergency.”

Third-Person POV The flames shot toward the sky. Lina, whom Dante had left behind, was swallowed up by the blazing fire within seconds. The report slipped from Dante's fingers as he stiffly turned around and looked at the sea of fire that was devoid of any human silhouettes. The Underboss' statement about the death of Lina's Padre, Giacomo Vittori, seemed to overlap with the reality that Lina had also perished in the explosion. Something seemed to snap within Dante's mind, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood. He let out an anguished howl before he fell to his knees among the burning debris.

Lorenzo snarled, swiping at Robert and carving claw marks into his shirt as he sent him flying and focused on his new target. “Give me the book! Now!” he screamed, his many voices so loud that I had to cover my ears and just in time too because I heard glass shatter in the distance. Dante glared at him, the book tucked securely under his arm. “If you want it so bad, come and get it!” Without hesitation, Lorenzo pounced on Dante but he was too late. He passed the book to me and grabbed Lorenzo, pinning him down to the ground. “Let go of me! Now!”

Gianna’s POV My mouth went dry as I backed away, each step slower than the last. Dante’s voice, deep and terrifying, sent a chill crawling down my spine. This wasn’t a nightmare I could wake up from. This was real. Dante De Luca, the monster who shot my father, was real. Flesh and blood. And I was alone in his home with no way out. There was only one path laid out for me: to be his mistress. For life.

The intimacy was quiet and restrained, a deepening of the bond that had been forged in the chaos of the afternoon. "This is the new covenant, Bella," Dante said, his voice a low vibration. "No lawyers. No board members. Just us. We operate as one unit until they’re safe. After that... we figure out what’s left of us." "And if there’s nothing left?" she asked, her voice small. Dante looked at her, and for the first time, he didn't try to hide the hunger in his eyes—the desire that had survived three years of bitterness and betrayal. "I don't think that’s an option anymore," he said.