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Before he left Roman walked up to her, and Raven was caught off-guard, his scent was really good and he was way more handsome up close. "Can I have your number?" "Sure," Raven told him her digits and he saved it. "Talk to you later." Roman winked at her as he went out and when she looked next to him she found Damien watching her. He didn't say anything to her as he also walked out after Roman Early access to chapters: www.patreon.com/taniashava

Drago notified, “I will give you an estimate, you open that door, you will meet hell, what are you going to do when you are injured?” El Diablo smiled, he didn’t flinch when he was told about his wound neither did he look shocked when he was told of his doom, because one thing was for certain, this was not the end for him. “This,” he said followed by a gunshot. Drago flinched, momentarily showing his pain on his face before concealing it again as the black haired man before him walked up to him. “Now we are both bleeding,” El Diablo said before placing his gun on Drago’s temple as he stood behind him, “and you will open the door.”

He freezes in the doorway when he sees me slumped in the armchair, his usual cocky grin slipping a little as he takes in the sight of me. I’m sure it’s a fucking picture—Markus Dragonetti, feared enforcer, ruthless son of Domenico, slouched in an armchair with a bottle of bourbon dangling from his fingers like he’s nothing more than some heartbroken teenager. I raise an eyebrow at him, not even bothering to sit up straighter or pretend to care about how I look. “Come to lecture me, brother? Because you’re fucking late. Dante already got there first.”

I could tell they had a good relationship. “Yes, but she wanted to come here today,” Damien replied, smiling. Dante turned to me, and I analysed him. He is pretty buff—not a bad buff, but a good buff. Definitely bigger than Damien. I looked at his muscles, and I was amazed. It must have taken years of hard training to build all that and I see the visible scars. He is not wearing armour, just a black shirt with trousers and black boots. He has a sword wrapped around his waist, and he doesn’t have any facial hair or hair on his head. He is completely bald. I could tell he definitely doesn’t care about ever finding his mate; this is his life, and he would serve it well, honestly he has my respe

Nero answered; he was in for a good show with his little missy. * Dante had spent the entire ride explaining things to Lena and letting her know the steps to follow, and honestly, Lena was desperate to get the suitcase; she wanted to know what it was that was worth her parents lives. “What if I get killed?” Lena asked once the car was parked in front of the club, and Dante shrugged his shoulder. “With you dead, I won’t have someone to drive around, and I will use my time for better activities. So do me a favour and don't come back alive," Dante blurted, and Lena chuckled before she leant closer to him in the driver's seat.

~Lola~ Dante is an extremely twisted individual, one who is both very dark and twisted at the same time. Since he asked for my help with the Japanese contract yesterday, things have been a little awkward between us. As if staring at my ass wasn’t enough, the man fucking got a boner in front of his daughter. He probably won’t be turned on by me, right? I mean, he hates me. I just want to get it over with this project so that he can sign the damn divorce papers. In order for us to finish the project today, he made the decision to work from home. However, I have no doubt that they will ask him to travel to Japan. They did the same thing to me five years ago. The timing couldn’t have been better

I slowly squinted my eyes open to peep, I could literarily hear my heart beat so fast, my limps were weak and my lips were quivering, hot tears were trembling to pour out of my eyes. I peeped and I saw the black monster standing in front of me in a stoic stance, "It's me" A familiar voice proceeded from the monster's mouth. Dante. His voice was hard, harder than before. I heaved a sigh of relief, and melted into the ground in that instant, my heart climbed it's way back to my chest and my breathing calmed. I opened my mouth to make a sound, but nothing came. I would have said, "You scared me".

Aiden tensed— Dante appeared from the shadows, arms full of supplies: food, water, a burner phone, clothes, and something metal. Aiden blinked. “What’s that?” “A scrambler,” Dante said proudly. “Blocks local scanners.” Aiden’s lips parted. “Where did you get that?” “Borrowed it.” “You mean stole it,” Aiden said softly. “I mean borrowed it forever.” Dante smirked. “Now move.” They made their way deeper into town, avoiding main streets. Dante walked slightly ahead, shoulders tense, scanning for danger. Aiden tried to follow, but every few steps the world pulsed with sensory overload.

The door at the top of the stairs creaks open, and the first one descends… Dante is the oldest. His broad frame fills the doorway, his black T-shirt clinging to the ridges of his abs, the sleeves stretched tight around biceps that look like they could snap steel. His dark hair is slicked back, his jaw filled with stubble, and his lips curl into a slow, predatory smile as his gaze rakes over me. He doesn’t speak, not yet. He just looks, his eyes lingering on the way my chest heaves, the way my thighs tremble, the way my fingers twitch against the ropes as if I could somehow escape.

Just kept advancing, kept firing, until the fourth man was down too. Then he swayed. “Nikolai!” I caught him as his knees buckled. “I’m fine.” His voice was tight with pain. “Just grazed me. Get to the—” Dante appeared in the doorway. He looked like something from a nightmare. His white shirt was soaked with blood, both his and others’. He had a gun in each hand, a knife strapped to his thigh. His face was cold, empty, terrifying. “How many?” he asked Nikolai.