Chapter 8
Dante Romano pov.
The women had the power to destroy me completly that little vixin really had me under her spell.
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Every time i close my eyes, i could feel her soft and smooth lips, like velvet touched with honey. It was as if i discovered something forbidden yet utterly sinful. She tasted sweet and intoxicating that I found myself craving more. It was driving me crazy.
“If I survive this, I swear I’ll kill you Dante Romano” Fuck I am hard.
“Earth to Dante. You’ve got that dumb look on your face again. You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?”
“Fuck off Luca.”
Luca leaned back in his chair with a cocky smirk “You’re hopeless, you know that? I’ve never seen you like this. What’s her name again? Elara”
I shot him a glare that could’ve burned through steel. “I don’t need you to remind me, Luca. Keep her name out of your mouth.”
His laugh was low and full of amusement, like he enjoyed watching me squirm. “Relax, man. I’m just saying, it’s entertaining. You, the great Dante Romano, untouchable and ruthless, threatened by a little woman. Who would’ve thought? And let’s not forget, she even dared to spit on you.” He laughed again, louder this time, like he couldn’t get enough of my misery.
I narrowed my eyes at him, my patience was wearing thin. Without a word, I grabbed a knife from the kitchen table and threw it at him. The blade landed between his legs, just inches away from junior Luca.
His laughter stopped instantly, replaced by a sharp intake of breath. He froze, wide–eyed, staring at the knife quivering in the wood.
“Careful, Luca,” I said coldly, my voice laced with warning. “The next one won’t miss.”
He raised his hands in mock surrender, his smirk faltering. “Alright, alright! No need to go for the family jewels, Dante. Message well received.”
“You got yourself a fire, bro. That women is going to burn you alive!”
I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated as hell. He wasn’t wrong. She was under my skin, and no matter how much I tried to push her out, she stayed, invading every thought, every breath.
Damn it! I growled, slamming my fist on the table.
Private jet
The slap echoed in the plane, as her head snapped to the side making her strumbled to the ground.
Macro Drago’s hand raised mid–air, trembling with rage. His eyes, cold as steel, bore into her, “Do you know much shame you’ve brought to me?‘ he hissed
Elara didn’t answer. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth as it dripped from her split lip onto her chin. Her hand trembled as she wiped it away, staining her fingers crimson.
“Look at me when I speak!” he roared, slamming his fist on the small table between them. The glasses of untouched champagne rattled, the sound echoing like thunder in the confined space.
“That fucker dare to mock me!! Just because of you!”
Her father sneered, leaning forward, his gaze cold and unforgiving. “If you weren’t my blood, I would’ve killed you already. Be grateful to your mother. If that bitch had just given me more children…” He shook his head, a cruel smirk on his lips. “Do you really think you can escape me? You were born into this, Elara. There’s no running from it.”
Her fingers dug into the expensive carpet of the plane, her knuckles turning white. Every fiber of her being screamed to kill the man in front of her, but she forced herself to take a shaky breath instead.
“Don’t you dare talk about my mother like that,” she said, her voice trembling.
He laughed “Oh, my sweet, naive daughter. You got yourself a tough now.” he drawled, venom dripping from every word. As he gripped her hair “Without me, the world will chew you up and spit you out,”
Elara clenched her jaw, biting her lip hard enough to taste blood. “I lived in peace for three years without you. I was happy.”
He scoffed, shaking his head. “Oh, please. As if I didn’t know how you were living.”
“However I lived,” she shot back, “it was still better than living under you.”
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“Good.” Macro said, rising to his full height, towering over her. His voice was calm,” It seems you’ve forgotten all your training.”
He began to pace slowly, like a predator circling its prey. His footsteps echoed in the small space of the jet. Then he stopped abruptly, fixing his piercing gaze on her.
Its seem you don’t care about your brother anymore!”
Elara’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in horror. Memories she’d buried deep clawed their way to the surface of the nights filled with pain, screams, and his wrath. Her heart pounded.
“Did you forget what happened the last time you dared to defy my orders?”
She could never forget that day. Ten years ago, he had killed her mother without mercy, showing no regret.
“Ah, I see you remember now,”
Macro leaned down, his face inches from hers, his smile cold and devoid of any warmth.” Do you want your brother to meet the same fate?” he whispered, his voice laced with cruel satisfaction.
“You will never get to my brother!” She screamed at his face.
Brave words” he said, his tone laced with mockery.
“But I already have my men surrounding the city hospital in Rochester,” he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. “That brother of yours is already under my claw.”
Her heart sank at his words, “Y–you’re lying,” she said, her voice shaking slightly
He chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down her spine. “Believe what you want, but you know I don’t make empty threats
“Be a good girl,” he sneered “Receive your punishment and come back home. If you want to keep your brother safe” Elara’s head fell in defeat, her shoulders trembling. Slowly, she sank to her knees, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and fury. She couldn’t let her brother suffer because of
her.
Methew’s cruel smirk deepened as he turned to his men, his voice sharp and cold.
“make sure the lesson sticks this time.”
Three hours later.
The plane landed in moscow.
Macro Drago step out as the biting chill of the Russian winter greeted him back. His trench coat billowing slightly in the breeze. He signal his men. When they brought out Elara. With her head down, Blood dripping from her head while many wipe marks married her skin. The two men were dragging her weak body out of plane.
Macro paused when sound of many boots pounding against the concrete broke the calm. Mathew’s sharp eyes caught, dozens of armed guards running toward him, their weapons drawn and aimed. Confusion flickered in his eyes as his personal security team immediately formed a protective circle around him, their own guns raised.
“What the hell is going on?” Macro barked, his voice cutting through the chaos.
Before anyone could react, all the Mathew men collapsed to the floor, each shot in the head.
Elara with her hooded eyes scanned her surroundings, she catches the glint of sniper scopes on distant rooftops of airport.
Macro grabbed Elara’s hand and was about to run toward his car but then he saw the man.
Leaning casually against the hood of his sleek black car parked. A faint smirk played on his lips as he adjusted his cuffs, while playing with his Gold- Inlaid Colt Model 1849 Pocket Revolver. ( Gun)
Macr
me in
* You
