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Dante’s P.O.V
She was asking questions now.
Innocent ones, but the kind that meant her instincts were finally catching up to her surroundings.
“What do you really do, Dante?”
“What is a Don?”
“Why did they all look at me like that?”
Questions I didn’t want to answer.
Not because I couldn’t… but because it was already too late.
She had walked into the lion’s den wearing a crown of flowers, and now she expected mercy?
I couldn’t give her that. I wouldn’t.
She was mine.
And I was never letting her go—not after everything I’d done to bring her back.
My jaw tensed as I turned away from the window and toward Lucas, who stood waiting for orders. “Any information about who’s making the threats?”
“Not yet,” he replied. “But something’s off. There was a tail on our car yesterday. E
