Novel & Cerita Dante Devil May Cry Father

My chest felt tight, like something was trying to tear its way out of me. My father stood up slowly. “Watch your tone.” I laughed, short and bitter. “Watch what? I'm asking you something important and I'm not backing down until you tell me.” Silence fell between us, heavy and thick. I could hear my own breathing. I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Finally, he spoke. “Dante is a rogue,” he said. The word landed hard. “He was once an Alpha heir,” my father continued. “From a bloodline older than ours.”

My father said. "Marrying you off to Dante is the only way to get your brother back." Dante Moretti, that was his name. I remember it now and the mere mention made my skin crawl. I've heard whispers of a man who never forgives, never forgets. A man who collects his debts in blood. And tonight, I was his prize. A part of me wondered what my father must have done to piss him off, but it wasn't in my place to ask questions.

“Please—please, Daddy, fill me. I want your cum so bad. I want him to see you breed me—please pump me full while he watches—” Victor’s voice came through the phone, dark and thick with approval. “She’s close, son. Look at her trembling like that. Give it to her hard. Let me watch her come on your cock like the perfect little fucktoy she is.” Dante reached around and rubbed my swollen, sensitive clit in fast, firm circles while he railed me mercilessly, his cock driving so deep I swore I could feel him in my throat. “Come for us, baby girl. Come on Daddy’s cock while my father watches. Let him hear how pretty you sound when you fall apart. Scream for us.”

If my father knew Derek brought him here, he would stop at nothing to make his whole family pay. You don't fucking get it. This is all my father's game where he always wins. All we can do is dodge as many blows as possible." Daniel was quiet the rest of the car ride. Yeah, I guess it's easy to blame me when shit went south but now, he saw I was the only one keeping the real monster at bay. My father was a lot like Dante. He only cared about his own pleasure and would always take what he wanted. What made my father dangerous and Dante a fucking joke was that my father didn't let his pleasures control him.

My father stood on the steps and glanced at Dante from afar. Then said calmly, “Valieri.” “Are you so broke now that you need gas money from driving women home?” I couldn’t help laughing a little. But Dante only stared at the bills on the console. After a long while, he finally spoke quietly. “Don.” “I want her back.” My father let out a cold laugh. “There are too many people you wanted.” “But my daughter?” “She’s not standing in line anymore.” I turned and walked toward the house. Then suddenly, Dante’s voice came from behind me.

A small, clinical smile touched his lips. "I see the 'Butcher' has lost his cleaver," my father said, nodding at Dante. "He looks half-dead. Tell me, Dante, was she worth the price of your wolf? You were the most powerful man in the Spires, and now you’re just a Scrapper’s bodyguard." Dante didn't answer with words. He lunged. Even without his wolf-speed, the "Lagos-grit" in his muscles was enough. He slammed my father against the reinforced glass window, his forearm pressed against the older man’s throat.

Dante exhaled slowly. “Because my father was involved.” The room seemed to tilt. --- DANTE’S CONFESSION “My father didn’t just build an empire,” Dante said. “He built enemies.” He turned away, jaw tight. “There was a private network. Old money. Old power. They used symbols—serpents, suns, bloodlines.” Amara’s knees weakened. “The same symbol on the intruder.” “Yes.” Dante faced her again. “My father broke away from them. Stole something. Burned bridges.”

My fingers dug into my own arms as the memories of that night, and how my father was bleeding on the floor, flooded back into my mind, causing my chest to tighten in pain. “I don’t believe he’s dead,” Dante went on, his voice lower now, heavy with something darker. “Not until I see a body. Your father has always been a coward and a greedy rat. I wouldn’t put it past him to let his own men die in his place.” Tears burned the backs of my eyes. “If you believe all these horrible things about my dad, and think he’s alive, then go find him. Why drag me into it?” His smirk came back, darker this time. “Because you, my pretty doll, are his beloved daughter, he kept hidden from the world, and you wo

After I shouted to choose Matteo, my mother, Sofia, looked down at me in shock. "Lia, what are you talking about?! You just told me yesterday that Vincenzo treats you the best. Why are you choosing Matteo now?" Matteo had a terrible reputation among the Families. Everyone said he was bloodthirsty and ruthless, with enough blood on his hands to stain the entire river red. I used to hide whenever I saw him, crying and begging my mother to hold me. But they would never know that in my last life, the terrifying Diavolo Sanguinario was the only one who avenged my mother and me.

He yelled at his father who seemed to be thinking about it. "You made this happen, Dante." "Fuck! Let her body be! I will do whatever you want! Till whenever you want!" Dante cried. "No, son. We will go by what Mark said and then we will talk about you doing what I want." Luca replied. In no time, Dante was seeing his mother's finger in a plate in front of him. "You are a bastard!" He shook violently on the chair, trying to break free but he was unable to do so. "Feed him. Even if he does not chew, make him swallow." his father ordered and two men held him down to keep him in place as another man ripped the flesh off the finger, separating the flesh from the bone.