Chapter 46
Somewhere
A man sat behind a massive oak desk, his fingers filled with skull rings drumming against the polished wood, eyes cold and calculating
Across from him, a figure stood rigid, awaiting orders.
“Did you plant our mole between the Romanos successfully!”
There was a pause. The man nodded his head slowly. “Yes, boss. It’s done. They don’t have a clue yet.”
A smirk twisted across the man’s lips. “Good. The man leaned back in his chair, exhaling smoke in slow satisfaction. His gaze darkened, the air around him crackling with an unspoken menace.
voice was low, almost amused, but there was something sinister lurking beneath. They’ve
“What the fuck do these Romanos think they are!” His voi ruled for too long, acting untouchable.”
He leaned forward, his smirk widening, showing his golden teeth. “Everyone has an expiry date. And the Romanos? It’s near
The figure in front of him hesitated before speaking. “Boss.. if they find out
A sharp glare cut through the air, cold and merciless. “They won’t. And by the time they do,” He let out a low chuckle, the sound dripping with malice. “It’ll be too late. Their empire will already be nothing but fucking ashes.
The man flicked his cigar into the ashtray, standing up. He adjusted his suit, his fingers brushing over the gun holstered beneath his jacket
“Make sure our
sure our mole stays invisible. The moment it’s exposed, it’s dead.” Outside, thunder rumbled in the distance, as if the city itself was bracing for the bloodshed to come.
Dante Mansion
Dante remembered his mother’s words and went to make the tea for pain relief.
Milli came forward and greeted me politely. Dante nodded at her before continuing to look around.
Milli followed behind him “Young Master, is there something you’re looking for?” She asked out of curiosity. It wasn’t every day their ruthless maña boss graced his presence in the kitchen and at this hour.
She asked one of the maids to call the head chef.
The head chef a man who had won prestigious culinary awards, mastered over 10,000 dishes, and undergone an intense verification process before Isabella, Dante’s mother, deemed him worthy of cooking for her son and sister in law.
“Young Master? The head chef’s voice wavered slightly.
Dante’s sharp gaze swept over the kitchen “Do you know how to prepare chamomile tear
The bead chef froze
The maids froze
For a full five seconds, the entire kitchen might as well have been turned into a state exhibit.
Chamomile tea? Had they misheard?
The head chef, who had cooked extravagant meals for world leaders, prepared the finest delicacies for high–profile mafia gatherings and could whip up a ten–course meal blindfolded, felt his brain short–circuit.
“Young Master. pardon?” he asked hesitantly, wondering if there was some hidden, sinister meaning behind this question. Dante’s gaze darkened. “Dal I stutter?” He growled, his patience thun. “I asked if you know how to prepare chamomile tea”
The lead chef gulped
Chamomile tea. Not a Michelin star meal. Not a dish requiring decades of experience. Just tea. And yet, under Dante’s intense stare, it suddenly Ich like a life–or–death task.
“Y–Yes, Young Master,” he finally managed to say.
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Dante gave a curt nod. Well, tell me the recipe.”
The head chef straightened, swallowing hard. “I–I will immediately make it Young Master”
Wrong answ
Dante’s eyes flashed dangerously. Before the chef could blink, a strong hand fisted his collar, yanking him forward. The room collectively gasped as the head chef suddenly found himself nose–to–nose with the Devil himself.
Hearing the commotion, every staff member, maids bodyguards walked into the area near
area near the kitchen.
“You will dare to make tea for my wife?” The chef’s soul nearly left his body. This was it. This was how he died.
The maids pressed against the walls. Even the bodyguards looked away. No one wanted to witness what came next.
“Y–Y–Young Master the chef stammered, sweat forming at his temples. Dante’s grip tightened.
Dante turned his head slightly. Throw this shit out.”
Everyone gasped. “Young Master, please! I meant no-“Too late. The bodyguard grabbed him by the back of his collar and dragged him toward the
door
entire kitchen watched in horror.
One of the maids whimpered. “Over tea…)”
“Shut up if you want to live,” another muttered.
Miss Milli,” Dante said, deadly serious. “Bring me an apron.”
“Y–Yes, Young
z Master.
The ruthless, feared, untouchable Dante Romano stood in the centre of the kitchen, sleeves rolled up preparing to make tea. With his own hands.
He could have ordered any of them to do it. He could have snapped his fingers, and they would have fallen over themselves to bring the perfect cup to his wife.
But he was doing it himself.
A hushed murmur ran through the maids standing at the doorway.
“He must love her
“Love? This is beyond love! He just threw out the head chef over teal”
“Young Madam Elara is truly lucky”
The housemaid stared at the closed door of their master’s room with open envy. This was just any man. This was Dante Romano, the man who ruled the underground with blood and fire, yet here he was, personally making tea for his wife like a devoted husband.
Dante turned his head slightly, noticing the whispering. His sharp gaze darkened.
Dante walked toward his wife, lus cold eyes softening the moment he save her curled up on the bed. He kept the chamomile tea, which he specially prepared for her.
filled with sweet snacks and
Without a word, he knelt beside her, his fingers reaching out to tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. His touch lingered as he cupped her check, his thumbs tracing slow circles against her wann skin.
Elara slowly leaned against his hand, making Dajte feel more possessive over her. Without hesitation, he pulled her onto his lap, his arms scrapping around her. Elara didn’t resist. Instead, she buried her face into the crook of his neck, her soft breaths ghosting against his skin.
so perfectly in my arms?” He thought. “Like she was made to be here,”
Dante smirked, running a hand down her back. “How can she fit so p
murmur tickled his skin.
“You’re making me feel weak in not weak” Elara’s voice was small and dehani, but Dante could feel her body melting into his hold.
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His smirk deepened as he placed the cup of tea near her lips, tilting it just enough to make her take a slow sip obediently.
“You are the first woman bold enough to slap Dante Romano in my own kingdom. In front of my men. And still breathing” His voice dropped to a whisper, laced with dark amusement and a twisted sense of pride. “And now you say I’m making you feel weak”
Elara noticed his smirk and bit her lip before tilting her head, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Oh Did me slapping you in front of your men turn you on?” she asked, her voice laced with playfulness.
Dante’s expression flickered with surprise for a brief second before it darkened into lust.
“Come drink this. It will make your pain go away.
Elara allowed hard, her confidence wavering as his piercing gaze locked onto her. Her lashes fluttered down, regret creeping in. Why did I say that out loud!! She open her mouth, but he pushed the cup, making her drink the tea.
1.. I’m sorry,” she murmured hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. Dante’s eyes gleamed as he made her take another sip, his fingers tilting her chin up, forcing her to meet his piercing gaze..
“Why do you apologise so much?” His voice was low, taunting, as he let his thumb graze over her lower lip. She bit down on it, nodding slightly. her wide, innocent eyes making something dangerous coil inside him.
Her brows furrowed, lips parting slightly in confusion, but he only chuckled darkly as he made her finish the tea
The moment the cup was empty, he leaned in, his breath hot against her car. “Let me taste you.” His voice was sinful, wicked, dripping with raw desire. “Let me kiss those lips. the ones down there.”
Elara’s eyes widened instantly, heat rushing to her cheeks as she gasped, feeling something release from down her. Without thinking, she slapped his shoulder, making him let out a deep, rumbling laugh.
“Y–you can’t just say things like that! pervert!” she hissed, pushing against his chest. Dante only grinned, completely unfazed. His grip on her waist rightened, pulling her impossibly close. “Amore,” he murmured, voice thick with hunger, TII show you just how pervert your husband can be. We didn’t get the chance to carry on with your punishment” She immediately stood up from his lap and was about to run away but he held her hand
“Like I said, i don’t mind a little blood,” he winked,
Elara’s eyes widened so much she thought they might pop out of her skull.
