Chapter Seventeen — Between Duty and Desire
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Alessia’s POV
Alessia’s heels clicked softly against the marble floor as she entered Dante’s penthouse. The air inside was thick with the smell of expensive cologne and a faint hint of cigar smoke. Every step felt heavy, as though the weight of the entire world was on her shoulders. Dante was sitting in his usual chair, a dark figure with an inscrutable expression, watching her with those eyes that never seemed to blink. His gaze made her feel exposed, but Alessia had long learned to mask any emotion.
As she stepped into the room, she couldn’t help but feel the familiar pang of guilt twist in her stomach. Feeding Dante information about Massimo, about his operations and vulnerabilities, was getting harder to bear. But she had no choice. If she didn’t play this game, she’d be the one who lost.
Dante’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile as he motioned for her to sit. His voice was smooth, a little too smooth. "You’ve been a good little informant, Alessia," he said, his tone like honey laced with poison. "Feeding me everything I need to bring Massimo down." His words were laced with mockery, but Alessia didn’t let it show.
She sat across from him, folding her hands tightly in her lap. "I’m doing what needs to be done," she replied calmly. Her voice betrayed nothing, but inside, her heart was a storm of emotions. She hated what she had become—what she was forced to do—but she didn’t have a choice. Dante had her in his grip, and there was no way out. Not yet, anyway.
Dante leaned forward, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You’ve been a good asset, Alessia," he said, his words dragging out slowly as he circled her. "But you’re more than that, aren’t you?" He studied her with the intensity of a predator, the way he always did. "You’re a weapon."
Alessia’s heart skipped a beat at the word. Her breath hitched slightly, though she made no outward movement to show her surprise. She knew that Dante had always seen her as a tool—nothing more—but hearing him say it out loud stung more than she cared to admit. A weapon. It was the one thing that defined her, the one thing that she had been trained to be.
Dante continued, his voice low and lethal. "A weapon that I shaped. A weapon that I made." He walked around her slowly, deliberately. "You’re unique, Alessia. No one else could do what you do. No one else could play both sides and make it look so convincing. You’re not just any informant. You’re mine."
Alessia’s blood boiled at the implications of his words, but she kept her face neutral, her hands clenched in her lap. She wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of seeing her upset.
"You know," Dante’s voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned in close, "I know everything, Alessia. Every single thing you’ve been doing." He pulled back slightly, just enough to look her in the eye. "And I know about him."
Alessia felt a jolt of panic in her chest. She couldn’t let him see how much his words affected her. He was referring to Massimo, of course. The man she had been sent to spy on, the man she had grown to care for despite herself.
Dante’s smile was cold, as though he found amusement in her discomfort. "You think I wouldn’t find out? You think I don’t have people inside his operation? I have eyes everywhere, Alessia." His voice grew colder, sharper. "I know what you’ve been doing with Massimo. The late-night rendezvous, the whispers in the dark, the physical connection between you two."
Alessia’s face betrayed nothing, but her stomach churned. He knew. He knew everything. And the worst part was, she didn’t know how he had found out. Had one of his men been following her? Had they been watching her the entire time? It didn’t matter now. The damage was done.
"You think I don’t understand?" Dante continued, his words like daggers aimed straight at her heart. "How you’ve been playing him, keeping him close, feeding him your lies, pretending to be his lover while you report to me. That is why you’re here, Alessia. Not because I trust you. But because you’re a tool in my hands."
His words were suffocating, each one heavier than the last. Alessia clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms. She had to stay composed. She couldn’t let him see that he was getting to her.
"I’m not his lover," she said, her voice a bit sharper than she intended. "I’m playing the part I need to play to get the information you want. That’s all."
Dante didn’t seem convinced. In fact, he looked almost... amused. "I don’t think you’re fooling anyone, Alessia. You’re tangled up in this just as much as he is. And maybe that’s why I find you so valuable."
He leaned in closer, his voice almost a hiss. "You’re in too deep now, Alessia. You can’t just walk away. You can’t just drop Massimo and pretend none of this ever happened."
Her heart raced, but she held his gaze firmly. "I’m not planning to walk away," she said, her voice even. "I’m here because I have a mission to complete. And once that mission is over, I’ll be done."
Dante chuckled darkly. "You’re fooling yourself. The mission is over for you, Alessia. Don’t you see? You’ve already made your choices. You’ve chosen Massimo’s side, even if you don’t realize it. And now you’ll have to live with the consequences."
Before Alessia could respond, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She glanced at the screen quickly, her heart pounding when she saw the message. It was from her handler at the agency.
“It’s getting too dangerous. Pull out now.”
Alessia’s breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t just walk away from Dante now. She was already too far in.
Dante noticed her reaction and raised an eyebrow. "Your handler, I take it? They don’t want you to continue with this, do they?" His voice dropped, almost mocking. "They’re telling you to pull out. But you can’t, can you? Because you’ve already crossed the line. You’re already too deep."
Alessia didn’t know how to respond. The thought of pulling out scared her, but staying in this game with Dante was becoming unbearable. He had her cornered. She had no escape.
"Don’t you dare try to run away from this," Dante warned, his voice low and threatening. "You’re mine, Alessia. And I’ll make sure you stay right where I want you."
Alessia’s eyes flashed with defiance, but on the inside, her mind was spinning. What had she gotten herself into? Was there any way out of this twisted game?
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