ra
, the thick carpet doing nothing
, my voice shaking with a rage t
. And you are repurposing
rousers. He crossed his arms and looked at me li
e Don, S
ed everything-as if the title cou
ated to keep this family alive. I do not have the
m my throat, scraping against
t emotionle
urse. The screen flared to life wi
rd his chest, careful not to let i
t," I d
spared the sc
eak. "She asked if her pet could sleep in the master
, staring into hi
bed, Dante. Because you gave her
égé," he said, hi
ons. You are having an unstable emotional
tical r
auma was to him. A
ow paint I had so carefully chosen, the c
use a creature that belonged to the wom
sh, but with the slow, deliberate weight of a final dec
case. It landed on the damask bedspread with a dull thud. I wrenched
ng?" Dante asked
wer now-a dark,
to the bag. "I am going back to my mother's safehouse.
ong strides, his palm striking th
s expensive cologne and
eaving this ho
muscles along his jaw we
the Commission in two weeks,"
u are choosing the worst possible time to
I had bled for. The man who had just redu
your ascension, Da
ublic image. I am just
e in the room
t usually made grown men drop to t
at of leaving a Don
ched into the hidden comp
hick, folded pie
, stamped with the faded blo
us as one might hol
reat, Dante. It i
his chest rising and falling
s," he finally said, step
back on me and wal
is hysterical epis
uiet, I could hear the faint hum of the house's elect
down the hall
sharp, localized pang struck beneath my ribs.
gs. The thick fabric ripped with a sound like a
shelf, a small, silver frame clat
oto of Dant
ht, his hand resting casual
f unfeigned warmth-the kind he h
o until my vision bl
phone and dialed
said when the
deep voice answ
my voice now a blade of ice. "And prepare the asset retr
lie dormant, a silent inheritance I hoped I wou
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