Dante Rebellion Novels & Stories

Slowly one by one I finish off the remaining four men, making sure the room witnessed the hell f'm capable of and will treat my enemies and those who cross me with. “PLEASE SHOW RESPECT FOR THE HEIR OF THE DE LEONE CRIME FAMILY AND NEW ACTING HEAD OF THE EAT ITAILAN/AMERICAN DE LEONE MAIFA" Vic pauses his speech and comes to my side, taking my hand in his he kisses the back on my now bloody knuckles "DIABLA"

He runs his tongue over his lower teeth. I frown. “I know he sent men into Italian territory.” “Who—” Dante shakes his head. “Don’t tell me. Keep the men you earned. Yes, he crossed territory lines, but not personally, and I knocked their teeth in. Business is the line that starts a war.” I squeeze his hands gently. “Business or personal.” Dante looks down at me, some of his bravado melting away. “Yes.” I tagged the Irish Kings last week as a potential problem. They have more men than us and a share of the city that rivals what we gained from killing Luca. And a history of making impulsive, dangerous choices.

“And that certainly wouldn't make any sense.” “Not necessarily though,” I mused. “What if Dante worked with someone from the Bratva but kept it secret even from his father? That way he could convince Blandini to work together with him on the attack at the estate. They trusted him, thinking they were his biggest allies… but what if they weren't?” Rowan rubbed the back of his neck, cursing. “You think Dante deliberately set Blandini up? Now that I think about it, the Blandini were the ones who suffered true losses while Dante had only taken several of his men, treating them more like cannon fodder.”

She glared at Chants with the confidence that Damon was lacking right now, but he knew, though she was presenting a united front with him right now, he would owe her answers when this ordeal with Chants was all said and done. "Then what do you want to know?" "What were the rebels planning? You tried to kill me. Take her . What were you going to do after that?" Damon demanded. " they are scared you might fall for a witch again and demand a new king." "A new king, eh?" Damon chuckled darkly. "Then I suppose I was wrong, wasn't I? You're not the leader of this rebellion, after all. No ... O suppose you're not smart enough to be the brains behind all the trouble the rebellion has been causing in

At the other dimension, Deadrei thinks about Rio too. ... Dante can sense what was coming to him, he gathered all his best men and tried to convince them to stand with him, he had freed them from Adrianus's claws.

I muttered, my breath fogging the windowpane. The pieces of the puzzle had finally fallen into place, revealing a picture that chilled me to my core. Dante, once a trusted ally, now harbored ambitions that threatened the very fabric of our society. He aimed to conquer the minor packs, to crown himself king of our lands. The audacity of it all made my blood boil. But that wasn't the worst of it. No, what truly set my teeth on edge was his new found alliance with the rogue clans. Those lawless packs, barely more than bandits, now stood poised to become Dante's personal army. The thought of it made my stomach churn.

“This isn’t the way, Dante. You’re starting a war you can’t end.” “I’m ending it,” Dante said coldly. “I just don’t care who burns with it.” He turned to his men again. “No one touches the Valenti leader but me. If anyone hesitates, they die with him.” The soldiers tightened their grips on their rifles. Fear and loyalty mixed in their eyes. They had seen this side of their Don before — the one who didn’t forgive, the one who didn’t stop. Marcello spoke one last time. “Father would have been proud.”

It was about defining the world they would live in together—a world where they weren't hunted, where they weren't defined by the Vallocchi name, but by their own choices. "Prepare the teams," Dante commanded, his voice ringing out with the finality of a death knell. He didn't need to say anything else. The men scrambled into action, their voices low, their movements rapid as they readied the gear, the vehicles, and the weapons for the coming dawn. Dante walked to the edge of the workbench, staring into the dark, cold expanse of the city map. He could see the Rossi family’s empire laid out like a puzzle. He knew exactly where the weak points were. He knew exactly how to dismantle the machine.

“A little shaken, maybe, but he’ll live—probably.” “What the hell did you do?” I spun toward him, fury blazing in my chest. Dante shrugged, his lips curling into a cruel smirk. “The same thing you were planning to do, just better. You can’t beat a master at his own game, cara. I made Matteo, and what does he do? Turns around, steals my woman, and tries to kill me. Ungrateful, wouldn’t you say?”

Dante is quiet while he drove away from Montana. Serene kept looking at him with worry. He instructed Arthur to instruct all their men in Montana that Augustin is back and he is taking over the outfit. Dante is a good boss, so everyone in Montana are very loyal to him over the years. So it felt bitter sweet at this moment. He has more than half of Sylviana outfit loyal to him except for the Rivera clan. Even Scions aligned their loyalty to Dante after Nathaniel's death. Everyone knows that Nathaniel brought this upon himself. And moreover, they already considered Dante as their Boss, so the shift didn't matter.