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Dante was beaming, dressed in a fine suit as he stood at an award ceremony. It seemed as if it was for an Italian wine company. Dante owned that legal company? Matthias had thought he only did illegal shit. Scrolling through the web, he couldn't find much about Dante until he came across a link to his I*******m. Tapping on it, he was brought to an account with five million followers. In every photo of Dante, he looked like perfection, gorgeous as sin. He was the true definition of a devil in a suit. If Matthias hadn't seen him kill, he wouldn't have believed it.

Don’t get me wrong, I completely understand that we are very much a part of the business they did want in the first place so they have to keep up appearances and make themselves known. If anyone of my guys should be feared it would be Dante. He’s the jokester, the fool everyone thinks can’t be serious. Dante’s imagination and fascination with mid-evil torture divides a gore makes him one of those people who would take enjoyment out of watching someone slowly bleed out while watching them suffer until he gets his answers.

"What are you, Dante? A man, or a protocol?" Dante leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his breath a cold ghost against my skin. "For you?" he murmured. "I’ll be whatever keeps you alive. Even if it’s the thing that eventually kills me." He reached past me and hit a single key. The screen went black, plunging us both into a darkness so absolute it felt like the end of the world. (Watch out for Chapter 163) 💬 Add to library | Vote | Comment | Gifts

I had lost hope thinking of of those voluptuous American ladies I saw when we went for a vacation last summer, not that they are a match for my elegance though. I spotted Dante in a corner sipping wine looking from his phone to the crowd repeatedly with a worried expression as if though he was expecting someone. was it Anna? no, I don't think so. emiliano bernade hardly likes just anyone, especially an orphan like Anna who have nothing to offer and she would leave Dante if she knows he is a mafia lord's heir or should I tell her ? so she can be gone? I thought sipping my wine.

“I expect you to be ready when the time comes to destroy him.” Her blood turned to ice. “You want me to be the one to kill him.” “I want you to decide who you become,” Dante replied. “Princess or executioner.” Before she could respond, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen—and froze. “What is it?” she asked. Dante’s voice dropped. “An email.” He held it out to her. From: Lorenzo Romano Subject: A Taste Attachment: IMG_0132.jpeg She clicked the photo.

Barbara is having a bad day for an unknown reason still she has to see one idiot she wants out of her life and sight. "Whoa! Having issues already?" Jasmine's annoying voice stops her. Jasmine was watching her, as she alighted from the car, she has no idea who the rider is but the car, she is fucking sure, belongs to Dante, the only difference is, Dante didn't come down to pull the door for her, Jayden had no idea that is what Dante do for her. And the young lady's face is far from happy, she is sad with the news he got from Jayden, Dante's assistant.

Oh, speaking of Dante, he’s walking towards me with Kimmy. “Dante! Kimmy!” I said, smiling. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” “Well, Kimmy called and said how amazing you were at Morgan’s show. She showed me a picture, by the way, hot goth vibes, Amelie,” Dante grinned. “So, I thought, who would deny the great Dante Berkley entrance to the gala?” “The great and obviously humble Dante Berkley,” I giggled. “Of course,” Kimmy said and rolled her eyes.

The only person who could be bold enough to hack into our company's secrets could only be Dante. Dante... a very dangerous demon working scarily behind the scenes. He pulls strings like a master but anyone with even an ounce of intelligence would know he wasn't just a master but a real Demon! I sucked in a deep breath and took a step forward so I could get closer to Calista, who had taken a few steps forward to greet the birthday actress. My eyes flickered to the door, but I quickly glanced away. However, that glance was enough to make me understand that he hadn't arrived.

Me: The kind with dark eyes and a smile that won't leave my head. Dante: Oh god. You actually noticed a woman. The world is ending. Me: Shut up. Dante: Who is she? Me: Works here. Paige. She doesn't know who I am. Not really. Dante: And you like that. Me: I like everything about her. Three dots appear. Then disappear. Then appear again. Dante: You're an idiot, you know that? Me: I know. Dante: What are you going to do?

Dante leaned against the counter, his demeanor cool and collected, "I'm looking for someone. A woman by the name of Raven," Dante's voice was a deep and resonant baritone, commanding attention with its rich tone. It carried a hint of weariness, a testament to the burdens he has shouldered and the battles he has fought. Every word that emerges from his lips is delivered with a layer of grit and determination as if honed by years of pain and survival.