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My heart raced against my ribcage with each step I took, and seeing my friend’s blood on my hand, I couldn’t help but feel my chest ache. Entering the bathroom, I stared at my reflection for a second as I turned the faucet on to wash the blood off my hands. My eyes held anger, hatred, and darkness like never before, and I knew that all these emotions were directed at ONE person, and one person alone. I, Alpha Dante D’Angelo, will not rest or stop until you are dead, Giovanni D’Angelo. It is time for you to sleep with one eye open, because I am coming for you…

There was a table. Books stacked on it. Not like the ones I used to see at home. These looked older. Some of them had markings on the covers I didn’t understand. I walked closer. My fingers hovered over one of them before I touched it. The cover felt rough. Worn. I opened it slowly. The pages were filled with symbols. Not letters. Not words I knew. Shapes. Lines. Things that looked like drawings but weren’t. I frowned. “What is this…?” I flipped a page.

Third-Person POV The flames shot toward the sky. Lina, whom Dante had left behind, was swallowed up by the blazing fire within seconds. The report slipped from Dante's fingers as he stiffly turned around and looked at the sea of fire that was devoid of any human silhouettes. The Underboss' statement about the death of Lina's Padre, Giacomo Vittori, seemed to overlap with the reality that Lina had also perished in the explosion. Something seemed to snap within Dante's mind, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood. He let out an anguished howl before he fell to his knees among the burning debris.

She wanted to laugh, to spit the words back at him, but something in his tone held her still. Luca cleared his throat quietly. “Boss, the men are ready for your orders.” Dante didn’t look away from her. “Tell them to wait.” The quiet authority in his voice sent a shiver down her spine. He was steel wrapped in velvet, and she hated how a part of her trembled at his control. Later, she fled to the library. She ran her fingers along the rows of leather-bound books, their spines cold and unfamiliar. She didn’t know half the titles; most were in Italian. She pulled one free, opened it, and found the words blurring before her eyes.

"I know! That's why we're going to the heart!" They reached the ground floor. The library was a wreck, the books charred and scattered. Dante didn't stop. He dived through the smoke, his lungs burning, his eyes fixed on the heavy steel door at the end of the hall. The high-security bunker. The Butcher’s Wall. "Dante, stop!" Bianca clawed at his arm. "The door is already open!" Dante skidded to a halt, his boots sliding on the blood-slicked mahogany.

It was mentioned when he was welcomed onstage to come give his talk, but I didn't take note of it, I didn't take note of anything until I saw him up on that stage. “ Dante”, he said, making his pronunciation so poetic, “ wow. That's new. Not like in an eerie way, I just mean that it's the first time I've seen someone with the name. What's the origin?” “ It's Italian”. “ Yes, I knew I had heard the name somewhere. Dante Alighieri, the author of the Divine Comedy, he's Italian”, he was smiling widely at the realization and I just smiled along, completely confused about what he was talking about. Who was Dante Alighieri? What is The Divine Comedy? A book? “ But then, are you Italian in any way,

Francesco My hands trembled as I placed them on The Black Book. This isn't going to be easy. But I have to do it. I sucked in a sharp breath and flipped open the cover. Deadly Sins. Wild Secrets. Mafia Rules. Do You Dare To Enter? A chill ran down my spine. What the hell does that mean? I swallowed hard and turned the first page. Nothing. A frown creased my forehead. I flipped to the next. Still nothing.

I moved my hand in an attempt to stop blood from dripping onto the pages of the book, and as I was about to push the book away my eyes caught something on it. The title of the book was ADVENTURES OF THE GOLD KEEPER, IN THE MINE OF LOVE. but apart from the title page something else was written in bold letters. I drew in a deep gasp as i read the words, my eyes widening with consternation “IT IS THE FIRST WEEK OF THE SECOND MONTH SINCE I HAVE BEEN KEPT IN THIS PLACE, IN THE CASTLE LIBRARY OF THE NIGHTSHADE PACK. DANTE KEPT ME HOSTAGE IN THIS PLACE TO PUNISH ME FOR ANOTHER ONE OF HIS SILLY CRIMES. HE HAS BEEN STARVING ME, AND HURTING ME. I HAVE TRIED HARD TO ESCAPE BUT HE'S A VERY SENSITIVE PER

Gaetano screamed. “It’s my turn to make you suffer. You killed my baby, so I’ve killed your son. And now, I will make sure you will witness the death of your wife.” My voice was calm and steady as I spoke to him. “My dear father, you were playing with The Devil’s Fire. And you’re about to get burned.” I gave him a vicious smile. “I want him outside, tied to a pole.” I said to Damiano. “Your wish is my command, mia Donna.” Damiano looked at Gaetano with a sinister look, and for once, I think Damiano was curious to see what I had planned.

He might kick me out and I would just die. “This is amazing,” I managed to whisper, still breathless at the sight. “You like it?” “Like it?” My amazement hung in my voice, and I spun on my heels to face Dante, who was leaning at the door. “Are you kidding me? I am in love with it. It’s like heaven on earth.” The corner of Dante’s lips twitched. “The best part is that more than half of the books are horror, thriller and paranormal.” “No fricken way!” My jaw dropped, and I held back the girlie squeal that hung in my throat. And I thought this place couldn’t get any better.