Chapter 15:A Mafia Princess And A Devil
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The following morning, the mansion buzzed like a disturbed nest of hornets. Dante’s men patrolled the halls, new security systems were installed, and orders were shouted everywhere.
But Sophie felt numb.
Every step she took felt like walking into a life she never wanted.
A life her father built.
A life Dante was now ready to immerse her in.
Lorenzo approached her in the hallway, worry lining his face.
“Sophie,” he said softly. “Dante hasn’t slept. He’s in full war mode because of you.”
“I never wanted a war,” she muttered.
Lorenzo sighed. “Yes, but when you care about someone, their enemies become yours.”
Sophie froze.
Care.
Someone.
Did Dante care?
Before she could ask, a guard ran up.
“Sir! Dante wants her in the strategy room. Now.”
Sophie’s pulse spiked.
When she entered the room, Dante was standing over a large digital map with red markers scattered across several territories. His men stood behind him silently.
When he saw her, his expression changed—not softer, but sharper.
“Sit,” he said.
She obeyed.
Dante tapped the map. “Your father’s remaining loyalists. The men who refused to swear allegiance after his death. These are the ones after you.”
Sophie clenched her jaw. “Why? I want nothing from them.”
“Because they want everything from you,” Dante replied. “A leader. A symbol. A Volkov.”
She shook her head violently. “I’m not that. I’m not my father.”
Dante stepped closer. “You’re stronger than him.”
Her breath caught.
“And that scares them,” Dante said. “Because a strong Volkov daughter could rebuild the empire they lost.”
His voice lowered.
“And because you belong to me now. That alone makes you a target.”
Sophie’s eyes widened. “I don’t belong to anyone, Dante.”
He smirked darkly.
“That’s what I love about you.”
Her stomach flipped.
“And that’s what makes you impossible to let go.”
Before she could respond, alarms blared through the mansion.
Red lights flashed.
Guards sprinted down the hall.
Dante grabbed Sophie’s wrist. “Stay behind me.”
“What’s happening?!”
“They found us.”
Gunshots exploded from outside.
Dante shoved her behind a reinforced wall panel as glass shattered in the hallway.
His entire face changed—becoming something cold, lethal, and unrecognizable.
The true mafia king.
He pulled two guns from his holster and spoke to his men in a low, murderous tone.
“No survivors.”
Sophie watched, trembling, as a piece of her past collided violently with her present.
And at the center of it…
Dante.
A devil ready to burn the world alive.
For her.
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