Novel & Cerita Dante Club Book

“Can you say the same about those vile men at Vincenzo’s club?” I matched his gaze. “Maybe you should let me go so I can find out for myself.” Dante's mouth curved into a tight, mocking smile. “I’ve given you more grace than most, firecracker. But you’re bent on making this harder than it needs to be.”

“As in the Dante? Heaven and Hell Club?” Justin nods, oblivious, but my eyes narrow. I know exactly who Dante is. I’ve been to the Heaven part of the club—it’s just like any other, loud music, dancing, drinks. But the Hell part? That’s a different story. The rumors are everywhere, and if even half of them are true, this man profits from women. Selling them, using them. Men like him are everything I despise.

"That dimwit has escaped the prison once; what makes you think he won't escape again." "But killing him in his club is too reckless. We might not get out of there alive." I believed Dante. Antonio's club was probably swarming with his allies, and we might not get out of it unharmed. We were greatly outnumbered. I will speak to him and determine if he is the culprit. "I also hear he trades women in there," Dante remarked, checking out the area. A bunch of nightclubbers were leaving the club. A man and a woman who could barely keep their hands off themselves went into a darker corner.

Dante chuckled, getting in beside me. “SHUT IT! What the hell did you do that for, huh?” I growled at Dante. “I’m sorry, Sugar. We knew eventually one of these clubs would send you back to the car like a bitch in heat. We kind of had bets going on which club would do the trick. We just didn’t think you and Joan would run out of the same club! Your personalities are so different…we just thought…well nevermind! I’m sorry. You need to see the establishments and this is the tradition,” Dante chuckled trying to be sweet about feeling bad for me.

When I calmed down, I walked back to the heart of the club, but before I could reach our section, I saw Dante locked in a very heated exchange with a younger man who seemed to look a little like him. The resemblance was striking—dark hair, tall build, and a similar intense presence that could hold a room’s attention. This had to be his younger brother, Reuben. I approached quietly, not wanting to interrupt, but Reuben’s voice carried over the music and conversation until his words halted me in my tracks. "I can't believe you actually brought that traitorous bitch over here to meet Mother. What the fuck are you thinking, Dante?" !!Authors note!! Shout out to Katita- Souza 2

Later that night. The club was buzzing, the music shaking the foundation—not in a chaotic way, but on a classic level. The club was fully booked, not overcrowded in the usual way of standard clubs. Wealthy, intimidating men were seated, drinks in hand. Pole dancers, in nothing but their pants, performed seductive dances as lustful eyes enjoyed the view. Men were already paying in advance for a night with those that caught their eyes. Dante was seated, on alert, observing every weird and unusual movement, like a hit had been placed on his head. Despite four of his men standing guard, he felt unsettled.

I kicked my shoes off my feet and slid under the covers next to her, immideately pulling her into my arms. "Good book?" I asked after I pressed a kiss on her head. "It is." She replied before she put her bookmark in place and closed the book. She placed it aside on the nightstand before she turned her attention back to me. "Okay. So, you said you were going to tell me what happened today, something to do with Dante and the women of the Motorcycle club. Now spill." She ordered. I let out a sigh. "You know Dante. He likes causing trouble for all of us. He dragged Elijah and I outside of town to the women's club house, claiming he has business to do with them." I explained.

Dante tapped the side of the wall and a large ladder popped free, he leaned it against the pillar and made quick work of retrieving the book before handing it to Mj. As Mj ran her hand over the rich red book the scratchy feeling of the cover made her smile. “This book looks old” she said and as Dante returned the ladder he motioned for her to join him at the table, “it is...it’s an original print so don't go using it as a coaster,” Mj scowled at Dante and he winked at her as she settled next to him on the overstuffed pillows. Instead of looking at the book she had placed on the table Mj was staring outside at the green weeping trees and moss covered ground, “this place is crazy...it’s so

The female employees have lacy black bras beneath the shirts and skintight leather skirts. A woman is lying face down on top of the bar and whenever a Dom sitting nearby places an order, they deliver a hard slap to her naked behind. Her shoulders are shaking and a small sob escapes her with each blow. Bad sub. The scenes may be similar to what happens at the Mediterranean Club but there's no comparison when it comes to the wealth and class of Club El Diablo. I'm startled when a warm hand lands on my arm. Turning, I barely manage to breathe. Damian's chest is bare and smooth. His six-pack melts into leather pants that look painted on. They disappear into black leather boots that stop just bel

Like someone doing something difficult in private. I push the door open. Dante is sitting on the floor. Not in a chair. Not at the desk. On the floor, in front of one of the lower shelves, in the dark grey shirt and the sweatpants he’s changed into, and he has a book open in his lap but he’s not reading it. His eyes are closed. His head is tilted back against the shelf behind him and his face is doing the thing again — the cycling thing, the memory thing — and his hands on the book are very careful, like he’s trying not to grip too hard.