Chapter 53
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Dante’s jaw flexed, his patience peeling away like the last layer of control keeping him sane. The room, glasses, had become suffocatingly silent
be filled with low murmurs and clicking
This wasn’t just fury, it was the kind of rage that destroyed men, that burned the entire palace in the ground. And Mr Richardson had ja sealed his fate, signed his death sentence.
Dante released a slow, dangerous growl. He crouched down, gripping the older man’s jaw in a crushing hold, forming him to look up through the blood trickling from his split lip.
“You have no fucking clue what kind of mistake you just nade, Dante nummured he looked terrifying, “I could kill you right here, Richardson And not a single soul in this room would dare say a word”.
Menca shivered to see her husband in such a state. She glares at Loren and Claudia. If she knew Elara was so close to Boss Romano. She wouldn’t mess with her. Loren and Claudia played with her.
Richardson’s smirk faltered, his brave facecard cracking at the edges. He tried to move, but Dante’s grip was unrelenting, fingers pressing into hope.
Is she that special for you to lose control like this, Richardson rasped, he was playing with line. “Boss Dante, please. I am sorry. Please leave my
husband” Menca immediately begged.
Dante chuckled. A low, dark sound that sent chills across the room. He looked didn’t even spare a glance at Menca
“You think, I lost control” The moment those words left his lips, Dante released Richardson’s face with a shove. The man barely had a second tr breathe before Dante’s boot pressed against his chest, pinning him down.
No please Menca shouted.
“I’m still being merciful” Dante leaned in, his voice a lethal whisper. “Because if I really lost control, you wouldn’t be breathing right now
Elara was watching her husband with her heart raised. He wore his designer black and white three–piece suit. He had his coat removed simply standing in his designer white shirt and his opened waistcoat,
Dante rolled up his sleeve, the fabric sliding against his skin, revealing thick veins snaking over hard muscle. He wasn’t even trying, yet every y inch of him screamed dominance, raw masculinity and so damn sexy.
A flush creeps over
over her face, and neck as she bites her lower lips. Her husband. Her dangerously, sinfully, unfairly p
gorgeous husband.
And then, as if nothing had happened, Dante straightened, pulling out his cancer stick in style, his movements smooth, controlled. Like he hadn’t just nearly crushed a man’s windpipe. While a bodyguard lit up his cigarettes
“Andrew he called lazily, eyes still on Richardson
“Yes, Boss” Andrew answered immediately, stepping forward and walking toward Dante.
Dante tilted his head toward the man beneath his shoe. “Take out the trash”
Buchardson’s eyes widened. “Wait, we still have a Dante puffs out the smoke “There is no deal anymore.”
“Boss, please reconsider Sitara tried, desperation creeping into her tone. Dante didn’t even look at her. His eyes glance at his beautiful, reckless.
He could feel her gaze drinking lum in. His tongue darted out, swiping over his bottom lip. He loved her reaction, he loved the effort he had on her. But then he remembered the man she was dancing with the way his figures were moving on her body. His eyes turned cold.
Dante chuckled, darkly. Slir still hadn’t noticed his expression yet “Something on your mind, Car?”
Flara’s breath stuttered
Dante threw away the cancer stick and grabbed Elara’s wrist, tugging her toward him. The whole room watched as he leaned in, his lips brushing
the shell of Elana’s rar
“You think. I’d let anyone disrespect my wife?” His breath was hot, laced with warning. “Sitara, you
“Sitara, you have been working for
know better than this”
me for so long. You should
Stara looked down while her list clenched
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Darde moved his lips and kissed Elara’s forehead. “Always remember family come first” He growled.
Elara’s pulse spiked, but she met his gaze, refusing to be the first to look away. “You didn’t stop them from insulting on ‘she whispered “You
there, watching
Dante smirked, but there was no amusement in his eyes. “I wanted to see what my linde wife would do” His fingers traced down her wrist, brushing over her pale point..
“And I have to say “His voice dropped lower, dangerous. “You nimiged to disappoint me and impress me all at once. Quite the contradiction, isn’t
Before she could move. Before she could even breathe.
Dante’s grip on her waist tightened and then, right there, in front of everyone, he claimed her lips in his. The kiss was rough and hungry, with no hesitation, no warning. It wasn’t a kiss, 11 5 mislunen. His langers dug into her waist, pulling her closer, forcing her to feel every inch of his
fund, powerful body pressing against hers.
Heat shot through Elara’s veins, a fire that spread too fast, too wild. She gasped, but he didn’t give her a second to think. His lips moved against hers, demanding, taking, mening His tongue pushed past her lips, swallowing her protest, turning it into something else something desperate, something needy.
Her knees weakened. Damn you Dame Romano.
She could feel the way eyes burned into them, how everyone around them was watching. But Dante didn’t care. He wanted them to see. Wanted them to know exactly who she belonged to.
His hand slid lower, gripping her hip, his body crowling hers like he’d burn down the whole damn room if anyone so much as breathed ther direction.
By the time he pulled back, she was breathless, shaking. His thumb traced her swollen lips, his voice a dark whisper against her mouth.
Mark take young madam to our car” He ordered white pushing her away from him.
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