Chapter 10The door slammed shut behind her with a finality that made Izzy’s pulse race, her heart pounding in her ears as the weight of her situation hit her like a sledgehammer. She was trapped—completely and utterly. The room was dim, the only light coming from the desk lamp casting long, sharp shadows across the massive office. Dante moved with the precision of a predator, his presence looming large, suffocating the air around her.Izzy fought to control her breath, to steady herself. She couldn’t let him see her weakness. Not now. Not when she was so close to breaking.Dante stepped forward, and Izzy recoiled instinctively, her back hitting the cold, stone wall behind her. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for any kind of escape, but she knew better. There was nowhere to go.His eyes locked on hers, and for a moment, she thought she saw something flicker—something genuine—but it was gone so quickly, replaced by that cold, calculating hunger she knew all too well.“You th
Chapter 11Izzy stood frozen in the middle of the room, her chest heaving, her thoughts swirling like a storm. The air felt thicker now, suffocating in its heaviness. Dante’s words echoed in her mind, haunting her with the weight of their meaning. You already are.Her pulse thrummed in her ears, and she felt her hands begin to shake, though she tried to steady them by pressing them into the cool marble of the desk nearby. She needed to think. She needed to find some way out of this—some way to escape the tightening grip Dante had on her life.But the truth was, she didn’t know where to go anymore. The walls of the Vieri estate felt like they were closing in, like a trap she couldn’t outrun. She had always known that Dante was dangerous. But this... this was different. The way he spoke to her, the way he looked at her—it was as though he saw her as nothing more than an object, something to possess, something to control.Izzy closed her eyes, forcing herself to breathe, to focus. She co
Chapter 12Izzy stood still for a long moment, her heart pounding in her chest as the weight of Alex’s words settled over her like a heavy fog. Her fingers clutched at her sides, nails digging into the fabric of her clothes, trying to anchor herself to something, anything, solid.Fighting Dante, she realized, wasn’t going to be as simple as just standing up to him. There were too many layers to this twisted game, too many people involved—people who would stop at nothing to keep her under their control. The thought of what he was capable of terrified her, but worse still, was the thought of what might happen if she didn’t fight. If she let him break her.Her eyes flickered toward the door, her mind racing with thoughts of her daughter, Maya. The image of her sweet, innocent face—so trusting, so full of life—flashed through her mind. Maya.That was the one thing Dante could never take from her.But what was happening to her daughter? Izzy could feel the panic rising in her throat. What
Chapter 13Izzy paced the room, the soft click of her heels against the marble floor the only sound in the otherwise silent space. Her hands were trembling, though she kept them clenched tightly at her sides to hide it. Dante’s presence was heavy, suffocating, his cold gaze always following her like a shadow. The walls of the Vieri estate seemed to close in around her, their oppressive weight a constant reminder of how trapped she truly was.Her mind raced—thoughts of Maya, the desperate need to see her daughter, to know she was safe, filled her every waking moment. She had to see her.But Dante had made it clear from the moment she stepped foot back into his world that nothing came for free. Every request, every small freedom, had a price, and he wasn’t the type to grant favors without taking something in return.Still, she couldn’t stop herself. She had to ask.Izzy turned sharply, facing Dante, who was sitting casually on one of the plush chairs in the corner of the room, his finge
Chapter 14 The room was warm, bathed in soft golden light, and it smelled faintly of lavender, like a comfort she hadn’t known in what felt like forever. Izzy’s eyes immediately locked onto the small figure sitting near the window, her back to the door. Maya. Her daughter. Izzy’s heart skipped a beat, a flood of emotion rushing through her chest. Maya was here, alive, and so much more beautiful than Izzy had imagined in the months of separation. Her dark hair fell in soft waves over her small shoulders, and her little hands were gripping a stuffed animal tightly. She looked healthy, which was the first relief Izzy had felt in days. “Maya,” Izzy whispered, stepping forward, her voice trembling with the weight of all the emotions she'd tried so hard to bury. The child turned slowly, her eyes wide as she saw her mother standing in the doorway. For a moment, Maya looked confused, unsure. Then, her face lit up like the sun breaking through the clouds, and she jumped to her feet. “Momm
Chapter 15 Dante POV Dante leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed, watching Izzy with their daughter, the scene before him almost suffocating in its tenderness. It didn’t make sense. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He had never imagined he’d be back here, in this strange, broken place, feeling anything close to guilt or affection for anyone. Certainly not for her—and not for a child that was the product of his own mistakes. But Maya… Dante’s gaze shifted to the little girl in Izzy’s arms, the one he had been so determined to keep away from his life. His daughter, though the thought didn’t come easily. He had always known about Maya’s condition, the congenital heart defect that had haunted his family for years. He’d always pushed it to the back of his mind, too consumed with his own world of power, control, and vengeance to focus on anything like a child’s health. He had ignored it. Until now. The truth gnawed at him, jagged and uncomfortable. He couldn’t ignore it anymor
Chapter 16 Dante sat in his study, the heavy oak desk before him a barrier between his thoughts and the world outside. The mansion was eerily quiet, the silence pressing in on him from all sides. He had always been comfortable in silence—comfortable in control—but tonight, the quiet felt suffocating. His mind raced, the same thoughts circling over and over again. Maya. His daughter. She was sick—fading before his eyes—and there was nothing he could do except stand by and watch as the clock ticked down. He gripped the edge of the desk, his knuckles turning white with the tension that had coiled inside him. His heart was racing, but it wasn’t out of fear for his own life. No, Dante wasn’t afraid of death. But the thought of losing her—his daughter, his flesh and blood—was the one thing that terrified him more than anything else. He had power. More than anyone could ever imagine. He ruled an empire built on fear, violence, and money. He was the Mafia boss, feared and respected in eve
Chapter 17 The drive to the hospital was silent. Dante sat in the back of his black SUV, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the leather seat, his mind running through the possible scenarios in rapid succession. His gaze was fixed on the darkened streets outside, the city lights flickering like dying stars. His thoughts were far from the quiet night; they were focused on his daughter, on Maya. Izzy sat beside him, her hands folded in her lap, her gaze fixed ahead. There was tension between them, a thick, unspoken barrier of distrust, but there was also something else—something fragile. They had both agreed, in their own ways, that today wasn’t about them. It was about Maya. Dante could feel Izzy's nervousness beside him, her tension radiating off her, but he didn’t address it. The hospital wasn’t the place for conversation. It wasn’t the place for weakness. His mind stayed locked on Maya. He hadn’t been able to shake the image of her small frame in that room earlier, sitting
Chapter 27 The sterile smell of the hospital corridors seemed to cling to Dante’s skin as he paced back and forth outside Maya’s room. Every step felt heavier than the last, as if the weight of time itself was pressing down on his shoulders. His mind was a blur, thoughts colliding in an endless loop. Is it enough? Will Rafael pull through? He’d made the calls. He’d used every connection at his disposal. But as the hours stretched on, the truth of the situation settled in like a thick fog. Nothing was certain. And Dante hated uncertainty. His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he tried to ignore the gnawing worry that twisted his insides. Izzy was with Maya—he knew that—but every moment he spent away from the child felt like a moment he was losing her. He couldn’t afford that. Not now. Not when he had already sacrificed so much to get to this point. His phone buzzed in his pocket, snapping him out of his thoughts. He yanked it out, eyes immediately scanning the screen. The
Chapter 26 Rafael POV Rafael sat in the dimly lit room of his private office, the city lights flickering in the distance. The sharp edges of the skyline seemed to pierce the night, just as the weight of Dante’s request was piercing through his thoughts. He leaned back in his chair, hands folded, the phone still warm from the call. The silence around him was deafening, broken only by the soft hum of his computer and the distant sounds of the city below. He knew Dante. Knew him well. Knew the lengths he would go to when something—or someone—was important to him. The kind of power Dante wielded, the ruthlessness, the ability to make the impossible happen, was something Rafael had seen firsthand. But this? This was different. A child. Maya. Rafael’s mind flashed to the moment Dante had spoken those words: "Find me a heart. A match for a child, age five. It’s urgent." Even for someone as formidable as Dante, this wasn’t the kind of thing he could simply demand and receive. A child’
Chapter 25 Dante’s fingers tightened around the phone in his hand, his jaw clenched as he stared out the window of the sterile hospital room. The night was creeping in, the soft glow of the streetlights barely visible through the drawn curtains, but inside this room, time had slowed to an agonizing crawl. Izzy was still seated beside Maya’s bed, her hand gently holding her daughter’s, eyes never leaving the fragile child, as though somehow her touch could keep Maya tethered to life. But Dante knew that nothing—nothing—was in his control here. Except one thing: finding a heart. Maya’s heart was failing, and without a transplant, there was no hope. The gravity of it hit him with a force that made his chest tighten. He could feel it in his bones—this was a battle he could not lose. His mind raced, calculating, strategizing. The network he’d spent years building—the countless connections, the favor-driven exchanges, the deals that had made him the man he was—they were all about to be p
Chapter 24 The silence that filled the room after the doctor left was suffocating. Izzy remained by Maya’s bedside, her hand still clasped around her daughter’s, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest—each breath a fragile promise that this moment, this life, could slip away at any time. The beeping of the monitors, once a reassuring sign, now felt like a cruel reminder of just how fragile Maya’s life was. Izzy’s heart was breaking, and her world was crashing down around her. Dante stood at the far side of the room, watching her, his posture tense but composed. He hadn’t said anything since the doctor left. But Izzy could feel his presence, a shadow looming over her grief, just as it always had, always would. Her mind raced, trying to find a solution, trying to grasp at anything that might save her daughter. A heart transplant. It sounded like something out of a nightmare. How could her little girl need something so big, so impossible? She couldn’t just stand there and do no
Chapter 23 Izzy’s fingers were still lightly curled around Maya’s hand when the door to the room opened, the soft click of it breaking the heavy silence that had enveloped them. She didn’t look up immediately, too absorbed in the steady rhythm of Maya’s breathing, as though she could somehow will her daughter to wake up, to fight back against the fragile condition that seemed to be threatening her very existence. But then a soft cough broke through her thoughts, and she looked up to see the doctor standing at the foot of Maya’s bed. His expression was grave, and his eyes were filled with the kind of concern that only came when the situation was dire. Izzy felt her heart stop for a moment. The look on the doctor’s face—there was no mistaking it. She braced herself for the worst, but she forced herself to keep her voice steady, to not show the panic clawing at her throat. “Doctor,” she whispered, trying to keep her voice calm. “What’s going on? How is she?” The doctor glanced
Chapter 22 Izzy’s heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled alongside Dante, her body still shaking from the encounter. The adrenaline was wearing off, and the cold reality of what had just happened was starting to sink in. She couldn’t breathe. The fear, the panic—it felt suffocating. She needed answers, needed to understand what was happening before the ground beneath her completely gave way. Dante moved swiftly, his every step deliberate, his expression hard and focused, like a man who had long since accepted that danger and violence were simply part of the world he controlled. He didn’t look at her as they walked down the quiet, dimly lit hallway of the hospital. His eyes were locked straight ahead, his jaw set in a way that told her he was calculating his next move, planning how to neutralize any threats that dared cross him. Izzy, though, couldn’t focus on anything but the question that burned in her mind. The man who had attacked her, who had tried to drag her out of the ho
Chapter 21 Izzy’s pulse raced as the man’s grip tightened on her shoulder, pulling her back into the room with brutal force. Panic surged through her chest. She wasn’t just being dragged into some unknown place—this was something far worse. Dante had warned her: don’t let anything happen to Maya. But now, she was in the crosshairs, and the safety of her daughter seemed more uncertain with each passing second. As the man’s grip threatened to crush her, Izzy swung her body to the side, throwing her elbow back in a desperate bid to break free. But her attacker was too quick, too strong. He slammed her into the wall with a force that rattled her teeth, the wind knocked out of her. The world spun around her, the edges of her vision blurring as the pain shot through her skull. The cold, empty silence of the hospital seemed to mock her, amplifying the dread creeping into her chest. The sterile white walls, the clean, sharp corners, all felt suffocating now—like a trap closing in on her.
Chapter 20 The hospital room was quiet, save for the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor beside Maya's bed. Izzy sat at her daughter’s side, her fingers gently stroking Maya’s hair, her thoughts lost in a haze of worry and exhaustion. The sterile smell of antiseptic and the soft murmur of nurses outside the room felt almost surreal, as if the world outside this sterile hospital bubble didn’t exist. But then, the sharp buzz of Dante’s phone shattered the fragile calm. He had been sitting in a chair just outside the room, his posture rigid, his eyes occasionally flicking toward Izzy as if checking to make sure she was still there. His entire demeanor had shifted after he’d made his commands about Maya’s care, though he rarely spoke of his daughter’s condition. He let his actions speak for him. Dante’s phone vibrated again, more insistently this time. Without taking his eyes off the door, he pulled the phone from his pocket and answered. "Talk to me," he said, his voice low, almost t
Chapter 19 The silence that filled the hospital corridor was almost deafening. Izzy stood next to Dante, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, the weight of his words settling heavily over her like a shroud. "For now, you need to take care of Maya until she’s okay." Dante’s voice was low, commanding. There was no room for disagreement, no hesitation in his tone. He wasn’t asking—he was telling her what needed to be done. Izzy swallowed hard, her mind racing. Take care of Maya? Of course, that’s what she’d been doing all along. But now... now it felt different. She wasn’t just a mother desperate to protect her child anymore. Now she was part of Dante’s world again, drawn into his orbit with a job, a role, a responsibility that she wasn’t sure she was prepared for. But there was no time to think about that. Maya was in surgery, and every minute that passed felt like an eternity. Every moment in this sterile, quiet hospital felt like the calm before the storm. Dante glanced at