Dante Club Book Novels & Stories

She didn't mention that she had noticed. They found a tiny bookshop tucked down a narrow, cobblestone street. It was small and dim, the kind of place with a complex window display that probably made sense only to the exact person who had arranged it. Dante went straight toward a specific, dark section at the back of the store like he’d been here before. Ariana found the photography section wedged tightly between architecture and graphic design and began working her way along the shelf slowly. She was looking through a heavy book about old photojournalism when Dante appeared beside her in the narrow aisle, holding a volume in his hand.

Chapter 26 - The Dom Honey When we got to the club, we went into the back entrance through a small parking garage only available to employees. Brandt explained that since everyone worked so late, he had this built as a safety feature. It wasn't Fort Knox but it was well lit and kept out riff raff. We entered through a door that led up a flight of stairs similar to when he showed me his apartment from the front side except in reverse. Instead of one of the first doors we came to, his apartment was one of the last. There were 4 other apartments on this floor that were all rented to security personnel and one unit belonged to Daniel.

As Asher entered the bar, his eyes scanned the crowded space, filled with the smell of sweat and booze, while the text message replayed in his mind. ‘Hey, monster cock, do you know where I am right now? I bet you do. I'm sitting here, feeling lonely and drunk, and I'm extremely horny for you. I'm obsessed with the thoughts of your cock and your impressive size. Do you know what I wish to do with it right this moment? All kinds of bad things… I'll let you fill in the blanks.’

“Boss, you know what waits for us if you go down this path you think is calling you.” “Do not lecture me, Luca.” “I am not.” “You are.” “No, I am not. I just wanted to remind you what is at stake if you get invested. Only weak men get invested.” “I am not weak,” Dante said through clenched teeth. He grabbed Luca by the collar and pulled him close. Luca raised his hands up in a surrender pose. That small gesture made Dante release him, but not before giving him the kind of stare that burned. “Get me what I need in forty eight hours,” Dante repeated. He walked to the door. “And clean this place up. It smells like sin.”

I pull the sheet off the bed, wrap myself in it, and race out of the room. There, at the top of the stairs, stands Dante. His lip is split and swollen. His knuckles drip blood onto the stairs. I can’t see his jacket anywhere, and his shirt is pulled part of the way open, exposing a triangle of fine, dark chest hair. My mouth falls open, and I rush to him. “What happened?” I demand. “You know that douche I punched?” He stares down at me, some unknowable emotion in his eyes. I nod. “Turns out the douche had friends.” Dante wipes the blood off his lip. “Biker friends. So I had to convince them Piacere wasn’t their kind of club.”

"Get your ass down here, bitch!" Dante shouted. "And don't you make wait another minute or you're gonna regret it!" My heart leapt again, and my stomach turned as the hammering on the front door continued. It was Dante, the absolutely repugnant owner and manager of Cherry Sweet's Gentlemen's Club in Dorchester. If there was an Academy Awards for World's Biggest Asshole, he'd win every year. And Dante wasn't going anywhere — not without me.

Dante said on behalf of the rest. "Well, see you all at the party" Antonio said as he closed the meeting. Silvana went up to Dracaryx, "welcome to the alliance Mr Vitale, I am Silvana Ferrante, head of the Ferrante family" Silvana introduced herself. "It's a pleasure to meet you Silvana" Dracaryx replied. Dante was the next person to introduce himself to Dracaryx. "I am Dante Russo, pleased to meet you" he said. "You are lying" Dracaryx said.

The fire roared in the hearth, but the room felt colder than the winter outside. “Lorenzo has chosen his battlefield,” Dante began, pouring himself a glass of scotch. The amber liquid trembled in the glass, though his hand was steady. “Now we’ll choose ours.” Marco leaned forward. “What’s the plan?” Dante’s eyes flickered with something dangerous, almost feral. “His clubs. His casinos. Every place where he thinks he’s untouchable. We burn them. One by one. Until he realizes what it means to take what’s mine.”

The name of the club was bodly written at the top in red and blue markings. It had various stairs leading into the club and a huge, ornate carved circle with intricate designs sculpted into it that laid by the entrance. Dante was the first to step down. Alina watched as he tucked his gun behind the waist of his pants and went over to the passenger seat to open the door for her. A rugged gentle man. Alina grabbed a hold of Dante's extended hands and their fingers interlocked. Dante noticed the restiveness radiating off her body language.

Dante pours himself another glass. “Fuck,” Nico says, leaning on the armrest of his wheelchair with his hand in front of his mouth as well. Sylvana was the only one who looked confused. “How is this important?” She asks, not understanding the actual importance this information held. Dante takes a swig of his glass. “The Burning of The Muratori Heirs. It is a blemish on the Dragonetti name, an event that never should have happened and cemented me as an unfeeling bastard.” He finishes another glass. Nico and I looked at one another and frowned in confusion.