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Dante said, before an evil chuckle escaped him. Emily’s eyes flew wide and the pounding of her heart increased as dread washed down on her. He wasn’t just going to rape her, he was also going to harvest her organs. “Now stay put like a good girl, I need you out cold for this to go smoothly,” Dante said coldly, reaching inside his pocket and pulling out a little sachet of white substance. Emily could feel herself sinking deeper and deeper into the effect of the drug. Her body felt heavy and she just stared at Dante with teardrops rolling down her eyes.

We got into his room and he finally let go of my hand. My eyes went around the room which was just plain yet beautiful. Anyone will be able to tell that a male wolf lives here, everywhere is sparkly clean. I could barely spot any dirt in his room, his clothes were also well arranged in the closet. Alpha Damon is a neat freak who is possibly obsessed with cleanliness. "Do you want anything?" he asked. Half of my mind was on the paintings on the wall. They are more beautiful than any other paintings I have seen in my life.

Their peering gazes lingered for a moment, but Dante disconnected it by turning away to close the door. And locked it. Nate squeezed his palms into fists. It had been about five minutes already and he was still alive—maybe Dante was not as demonic Aunt Judy had thought. "I've been waiting for someone like you." This time, Dante's voice was breathless and he threw the jacket onto the ground. Then, he reached for his ankle and slightly lifted the hem of his dress pants, revealing a knife he kept in case he needed to use it. Which at the moment, he did.

I guess it's called avoidance, though there isn't enough alcohol in the world to avoid my demons. Dmitri must realize I'm about to pass out and even through the fuzzy haze I hear his low growling words, "I will eventually release you, but first, dragon, we shall have a short discussion." He eases up the pressure just a bit, which allows me to breathe. I suck in air when what I really want is for him to tighten those deadly fingers and take all the oxygen from my worthless life. But no, he is so fucking noble. His amber eyes assess me and I can see the contempt written clearly in their depths. Before he begins the discussion, I know my welcome at the club is at an end.

I opened the first page. The Roma's are a very rich and influential people in the whole of italy, they are half America and half italian, there own the biggest Wine producing company here in italy and have more company's, the Roma's Only heir Dante Roma born on the 14 of December 1990 is the only surviving member of the family and is the CEO of over 7 big product company and industries, well known and influential. I paused. Dante is an orphan? He doesn't have a family, maybe that's why he's so mean. I bet he doesn’t knows what being a family guy is.

Amber's nurse instigated Amber. Amber gritted her teeth with anger. 'Lets see how long your fame would last' she thought with anger. ..... In Montana, Dante unfolded from his car infront of a run down building nestled amidst the smaller houses near the suburbs. He walked inside with long purposeful strides. "Good morning boss" "Morning boss" "Morning boss"

KANE POV “We need to find the cure to that shit in her body,” Dante said, voice clipped, all business like he was discussing territory borders and not the woman who’d been bleeding black on our sheets an hour ago. I stared at him from across the desk, bored as fuck, letting the silence stretch until it felt like a slap. My mind was still replaying it, his forehead pressed to her temple, his voice dropping into that low Italian growl, calling her amore mio arrabbiato(my angry love) like she was something precious instead of a collared problem we bought for ten million.

I kept my cool, though my anger simmered close to the surface. “I was careless,” Dante explained, almost pleading. “I didn't expect…” he trailed off. I raised my hair again, and he flinched. However I only tilted his chin back up to look at me. “Good. You recognize your mistake,” my thumb brushed his cheek, musing internally. He truly was beautiful. If only he could control his strange impulses to annoy me. “Now, tell me. Who is Marcel?” “He’s a colleague. An assassin,” Dante spoke, but his eyes betrayed a veiled emotion I could not read. My ire sparked once more, and I hummed low, almost a grunt.

Dante. Looming behind us.

"Here, look. Aren't they cute?" He shows me a picture of two massive crocodiles basking in what looks like a concrete enclosure. They look terrifying. "That's... that's disturbing, Luca." "Nah, they're sweethearts. Well, to Dante. Everyone else they'd probably eat." He pockets his phone. "The point is, Dante's been through some shit. But he survived. Built an empire. And the whole time, he was carrying your picture around like some kind of lovesick teenager, he evn has a tattoo of your name you know. I gave that tattoo by the way, that’s off to me."