The revelation in the safe house had rewritten the rules of their world, yet jealousy proved an old flame that refused to die quietly. Elena moved through the mansion with a new freedom no locked east wing, no constant guards shadowing her every step. Dante treated her as partner and Phoenix, consulting her on leads, tracing her scars with reverent hands at night. But the devil’s possessiveness, once a tool of torment, now simmered hotter, ignited by the truth that the woman he had hunted was the one sharing his bed.
It happened during a routine strategy meeting in the grand hall. Lieutenant Marco, a loyal but unassuming capo in his thirties with a quiet competence that had served the Moretti Syndicate well, had brought updated reports on Kane’s remnants. As Elena leaned over the table to
