Novel & Cerita Is Dante From You Blind In Real Life

Gabriella Harrison:- " I want you to wear the blindfold please." Dante said passing me the blindfold to put on. " But why?" I asked with a pout " Do I really need to put it on?" " Yes, my love. You really have to put it on or it won't be a surpise." he replied pecking on my pout. We were sitting in the limo with the driver taking us to our destination which I know what it is so I sat quietly and let Dante blindfold me. All the time Dante made me sit on his lap and kept on placing kisses here and there on my body which he touches.

“Or maybe someone knows the truth. Maybe a friend or one of your men. But I’ve never seen or heard of any of your friends.” Dante’s lips curved into a small, tired smile. “I have only one friend.” I perked up, excitement cutting through the tension. “Oh really?” I cut him off, turning fully to face him. “Who is the Don’s only one friend? And how come I’ve never seen or heard of him?” Dante chuckled softly, the sound low and warm in his chest. “Because he lives a different life from me. He has a farm in the countryside. He stays there with his wife and twin boys.”

I looked at the bathroom door, Dante had gone into the shower. What did she mean by that? Had she figured out Dante's real identity? Was that it? I shot her a text immediately. “What do you mean babe?” I was oblivious to what she knew. “It's a serious baby. I need you to trust me on this. Dante is a crime lord. That's where his real money comes from. I can't say more. I don't know if this phone has been tapped. We can't have our conversation going to the wrong person “ she said sounding very paranoid

Lia's POV Dante was standing in my hallway. Tall and solid and real and actually here, in New York, outside my apartment door. I couldn't believe it. Was I hallucinating? Was this some kind of hangover-induced vision? But no—he knocked again and I saw the movement through the peephole. He was real. Dante was here. I fumbled with the locks—my fingers suddenly clumsy and uncoordinated with shock and excitement—and yanked open the door.

“Don’t be so sure. I doubt you went to the mat for me on this.” “Oh, but I did.” He motioned toward Catalina. “She had to pull us apart. We were wrestling in the penthouse living room. It was awful.” Catalina’s smile and the slight shake of her head told me what I already knew—Dante was full of shit. I rarely thought about the fact that he was also a stone-cold killer like Dario. Their personalities couldn’t be further from one another. “I tell you what,” I said, looking at Dante. “If you unsheathe one of the knives you’re currently wearing and take Aléjandro out, I might decide not to hate you.”

Donovan motioned someone to join them on stage, and Dante's eyes widened in disbelief as he recognized her. It was Darlyn Taylor, his ex-fiance. She was a conniving and selfish wolf who had always been jealous of his mate. Dante gritted his teeth. He’s not feeling good about this.

Then he let out a low, dangerous chuckle. “You're a terrible influence for a convent girl. And I love it.” I shook my head. “This family doesn't let you stay who you were.” He moved toward the bed, dropping the leather bag. “First, we need a distraction. Dante can be described by a lot of different words, but blind isn't one of them. He's probably checking on us every ten minutes.” “What! How?” “Shhhh!” He hushed me, placing his index finger on my lips and pointing at the CCTV camera above. “We need to find a way to distract him, or he'll notice any sneaky movement.”

She would always hear him when he is or whenever he is coming back. "What are mumbling about dear, it doesn't suit your character." One of the men tried to touch Madonna but she took a step back. "Come on we don't bite." The other chuckled. Madonna took her time to study and felt like they were nothing compared to Dante. One had blonde hair while the other has boring brown hair. Their body was nothing out of the ordinary and nothing seems intimidating or mysterious about them. She found herself comparing them with Dante, she scoffed as she thought about the mysteries locked in Dante's gaze. Madonna hasn't been in a crowd with Dante but she knew that he would be able to attract all attention

Avery stared at Damien; her breath completely hitched in her throat. Was that really an accident? He had aimed the cane with the precision of a sniper. There was no hesitation, no searching sweep of the cane. He had struck the exact millimetre of Elaine's heel needed to off-balance her, right at the exact second Elaine had pinched her. But as she looked at him, Damien simply turned his blind gaze back to her, holding out his arm. His expression was completely blank, the picture of innocent helplessness. No, Avery thought, trying to calm her frantic mind. He’s blind. It had to be a coincidence. He couldn't have seen what she did to me.

Dark, frozen, and devastatingly beautiful. Dante Galante. L'Oscuro. Flash. Dante walked toward me. "I am not the man who failed you before." He stopped in front of me. Then I felt he knelt while his hands came up to cup my face. "Look at me” Pulling my hands away, I looked up, my vision was blurry with tears.