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I don’t have time to react, Dante’s hand cracks across my face, sending me crashing to the floor, pain explodes across my cheek, and I taste blood as my teeth bite into my tongue.
“Dante, stop!” Milo shouts, trying to lunge toward me. Lorenzo is faster, pressing the gun against Milo’s chest and forcing him to step back.
Dante chuckles darkly, his gaze shifting from me to Milo as he towers over him. “You’re going to pay for this, Milo. Finally my father will see how unfit Leone is when he can’t control his own men,” he says.
He swings his fist, landing a brutal punch to Milo’s stomach. Milo doubles over with a groan, his body crumpling under the force of the blow.
“Dante, don’t f*****g touch her,” Milo gasps, trying to catch his breath.
Dante doesn’t care. He just laughs, a col
