Chapter 30
Author POV.
Dante had fought wars. Burned cities. Ripped men apart with his bare hands. But nothing, nothing had ever filled him with this kind of rage.
He peeled off his con from his body and wrapped it around Elara’s trembling form, his fingers shaking with fury.
He traced his fingers down her cheek, lifting her chin until her glassy e
“Amore “He called her, brushing damp strands of hair from her face.
eyes met his.
Elara trembled in his hold, her body reacting to the drug coursing through her veins. Her breath came in soft, uneven gasps, her skin flushed a deep, unnatural red. Her legs shifted restlessly, her thighs pressing together as if seeking relief from the unbearable heat as if her own body was torturing her
Furk
That bastard had drugged her with Aphroditis. He can clearly see the signs. Her body wasn’t her own anymore. It was burning. Begging. Needing
Dante clenched his jaw.
But then her lips parted, and in a broken whisper, she pleaded.
“Please..” she breathed, her voice strained, desperate. “Dante, please..”
She didn’t even know what she was asking for.
He gripped Elara’s delicate face. “Stay with me, baby. But her pupils were blown wide, her lips trembling, her breath shallow,
“Its hurt.” she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper.” The sharp, twisting ache in his chest turned darker.
Andrew stepped forward, placing a firm hand on Dante’s shoulder. “Boss, take Mrs. Romano home. I’ll clean up the mess here.
Dante didn’t move. His fingers curled tighter around Elara, his jaw clenched so hard it could snap.
“Yes, brother Sister–in–law needs you more than revenge right now, We’ll finish it here.” Nero joined
Dante exhaled, slowly. Then he said in a voice that sent a chill down even his own men’s spines, he whispered, “Burn it”
Like a pure nightmare in stood up carrying Elara in his ar
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“And I don’t mean just fire.” He turned, locking eyes with Nero. “Make them suffer. Make them claw at their throats, begging for air. Break their bones before you throw them into the flames. Let them feel what it means to croN HIC.
A sadistic gleam flashed in Nero’s eyes.
Dame turned his lead slightly, his voice was ice–cold as he gave the order. “Leave the bastard alive. He doesn’t get to die yet.” His sprang into action, dragging Giovanni’s broken body across the blood–stained floor.
Dante turned his attention to Elara, his gaze softening. “He’s going to learn what it means to live in hell first.”
With that, he strode toward his waiting chopper, holding Elaru securely in his arms. His grip was firm yet gentle.
men immediately
As he readied the clapper, be carefully placed Elara on the seat before sliding in beside her. Without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms. pressing a kiss to her forehead. His hands moved slowly across her back, tracing soothing circles over her trembling body.
His golden eyes flicked toward his men, silently asking if everything was in place. When they gave a sharp nod, he turned back 10 the pilot
The chopper lifted into the night sky. A heartbeat later, a bloodcurdling scream tore through the air.
Giovanni hung from the aircraft, bound in thick from chains, his body swaying violently as he dangled over the city like a piece of discarded meat.
Dante smirked, his fingers still caressing Elara’s back, completely unfazed by
y the foure happening just outside.
Iteaching for his planair, he made a call. “Luca, get the doctors ready at my place.
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