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Fallen From Grace [Married to the Mafia Novel] Chapter 116
JeanTime seemed to slow down, too caught up in the now. I don’t know how much time has passed since Dante cleaned us up, we’ve been cuddling ever since. With the dirtied sheets thrown haphazardly on the floor, the both of us too lazy to change them, I lie half on top of Dante sprawled on the bare mattress. The feeling of Dante’s warm skin against mine is indescribable. We fit. That’s all there is to it. We fit perfectly together, like two pieces of the same puzzle.I could spend the rest of my days here on this bed, languidly kissing Dante with no real purpose other than to enjoy his presence. I’m sure he feels the same if the satisfied grin on his face is any indication.“We should stop,” I mumble against Dante’s lips, giving his lower lip a soft peck, earning one in return.Dante hums low, “Stop what?” he asks as he continues to plant soft kisses across my lips, cheeks, and nose.I couldn’t help the giggle that escapes from my lips as his nose rubs against mine. “This!” I answer p
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DanteThis is fine, right? Jean said I could tell her anything, and I want to tell her everything. I know that I should tell her everything, but that doesn’t stop the voice in my head screaming at me to stop. Somehow, it knows that there’s a chance that Jean might turn away from me again after hearing my truth.And that terrifies me. The thought of losing her forever scares me more than anything. “Take your time,” Jean says, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. God, I don’t deserve her. She’s too pure, too perfect for me, yet here I am, a selfish asshole who wants her all to himself.“It’s about time I told you the whole truth about the family.” I manage to say finally. Jean may have been involved with some of our missions and she has immersed herself among the mafia don’s wives, but really she has only managed to scratch the surface of my world.She knows the glitz and glamour, and she knows about the blood and violence, but Jean doesn’t know about what happens in between, and the r
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DanteTrying to understand me?Is that what I wanted when I decided to tell her all of this? I think so. My primary reason might be to scare her, to make her take a step back and stay here where she’s safe and protected, but knowing that Jean’s trying to understand me and my life… it opens a floodgate of emotions in me. Emotions that I didn’t know I possessed.“Jean,” I try again. “People are after me, not just Serafino. And these people will keep coming after me until they topple my empire over.”“Your empire?” Jean asks, her head tilting to one side, an action that I’ve always found adorable. “Ah, is it because you’re the one who sits on the throne?”What? How the hell does Jean come up with these unpredictable responses? This whole time I’ve been kept on my toes with how unprecedented Jean’s words are. They leave a strange impact on me which delays and inherently disturbs my thought process.This talk was supposed to be for Jean, to convince her to stay safe, but instead, it’s tu
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JeanWe’ve talked well into the night that the dim lights of the penthouse are barely enough to illuminate our surroundings. But I welcome the darkness, this is where Dante and I feel most comfortable, as fucked up as we both are.“I’m sorry,” I whisper against his neck, and I feel Dante tighten his arms around me, pulling me even closer to his body. I allow myself to relish in Dante’s warmth for a solid minute before I pull away slowly, knowing that there’s still so much we need to talk about.Talk. That’s right. All this time we have been brushing off each other’s thoughts and feelings when what we should have been doing instead was talking.What was it that people say? Communication is the key to a good and healthy relationship? Wow. Maybe those counseling programs know what they’re talking about after all.I pull away just enough that I can look at Dante’s face if I crane my head enough. Resting my hands on his strong chest, I coax Dante to look at me with a small tap.“You are go
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Dante Holy shit. Jean had just dropped the bomb on me. Children? I haven’t even thought about that. My breath hitches at the mere thought of a little version of Jean or me running around. A family. Family. A family. Not one built on loyalty, but my own flesh and blood. My family. I shake my head violently to rid myself of the thought. This is the first time Jean had mentioned kids, and I never even let myself dream about it if not for Jean. Wait, Jean didn’t mention if she wanted children with me. What if she wants to leave and start a family with someone else? Someone worthy of her. Someone who could provide safety for her and their family. But a man can dream. ~~~ It’s near midnight when I finally allow myself to climb up the stairs to check up on Jean. She had deliberately asked me for space to process her thoughts and I didn’t want to intrude on that before she was ready. But I was also starting to get worried. She skipped dinner after all. “Jean?” I call out softly afte
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DanteHearing those words from Jean lights a fire in me, burning so hot that I have to grab the sheets beneath me to stop myself from fucking into her. I want to leave the task up to her, allowing her to take full control.Jean raises her thighs and drops down in one swift motion eliciting groans from both of us. Without warning, Jean leans back far enough to rest her hands on the tops of my thighs. She lets out a loud gasp and I just know this position slotted me deeper inside her, I could feel her clamping down on me like crazy.“S-so deep! You feel so d-deep like this,” Jean says as she rolls her hips. My hands fly to grab her thighs, gripping the porcelain skin tightly, wanting to leave marks all over them.“You look beautiful, love. You take my cock so well.” I murmur in encouragement. Moving my hand up from Jean’s thigh, I graze her skin, just a hair away from her soaked pussy. The wet sounds coming from it are music to my ears, her juices splattering across my abdomen. “Keep go
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Jean“You promised,” I whine over breakfast, as I stuff my mouth with a spoonful of cereal.With a sigh, Dante finally looks up from his phone. He’s been on that thing since we woke up this morning, and no matter how bad I nagged him to tell me what was up, he wouldn’t budge.“I did promise that we’d talk,” he says tiredly, and it’s only seven in the morning. “But I also said to finish your breakfast first, if that could even be called breakfast.”I glare at him; how dare he insult cereal? But I don’t say anything for fear that he’d take back his decision to talk.“Okay, done,” I tell him, before getting up to take my used bowl to the sink. “Will you please tell me now why you’re being so secretive?”Dante huff out a short laugh, “I’m not being secretive, Jean. I just want you to eat,” he insists. “Come here.”I walk over to where Dante’s sitting on one of the kitchen counter stools. It could be my touch-hungry brain functioning because I instinctively place myself between Dante’s pa
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JeanThe soft pelts of raindrops against our umbrellas drown the pastor’s soft words. The sudden presence of rain makes me believe that the universe mourns with our family.Twelve people. Today, we bury twelve people who sacrificed their lives for the sake of many. Today, we honor them.“Thank you for this,” I whisper, looping my arm with Dante’s resting my head on his arm. The closeness provides me comfort. Dante hums in response, but I know he too is emotional about this service.The service is beautiful. Despite the sudden rain, the fresh scent of flowers didn’t get washed away. Elegant arrangements of lilies and white daisies adorn the burial ground. Even with less than a dozen of us present, each family member’s eulogies were beautifully written.I admit I had something more barbaric in mind when I first thought of mafia family funerals, but I was pleasantly surprised to know that this is their norm. It’s not uncommon to lose members with such a dangerous job. As Daveed once told
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12 YEARS LATER. “Come on! We’re going to miss it! Hurry, Papa!” “Okay, okay. Slow down, sweetheart.” The man hastens after his daughter, weaving through a small crowd of people that had just arrived, same as them. The young girl complains, “We promised Lily we’d be on time—there!” she points to the entrance of the auditorium. “Lily!” Lily waves back frantically at her sister. “You made it, Rose!” Lily replies running up the remainder of the distance between them. “You missed the opening ceremony but the displays are out. Come on!” The twins leave their father behind, opting to rush inside the auditorium that was converted into a small gallery to display the artworks created by the students of the summer art program. The auditorium is large for a school with a population of only a few hundred, but the family decided that a private school was best for their kids. “Ah, you’ve finally arrived,” Jean greets her husband as he strides toward her. She looks as beautiful as ever with her
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Jean“Is there somewhere we can talk privately?” he asks when he notices the tear that escapes my eye. “I won’t have tears for our reunion, love.”I quickly wipe away the tears that managed to stain my cheeks and pull away from the man I used to call my husband.With my head still spinning, I manage to get out of work immediately with the promise that I would close the deal with the mysterious art donor.Dante—or rather, Gavin and I find ourselves behind the safety of my apartment doors soon enough.“Now,” I order just as the doors close behind us. “Explain yourself.”Gavin quirks an eyebrow at me, “Quite a warm welcome, love.” I sense the sarcasm in his voice which makes me roll my eyes at him.“When you explain yourself, I might reconsider.”“Why are you mad at me?” he asks almost in disbelief. “When everything I did, I did for you.”“For me?” I scoff loudly, returning the same energy and disbelief. “You left me alone for two years! Even when I asked you to come—” then shaking my he
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JeanI think it’s been three days since I learned about Dante’s death. Three days that I’ve stayed home, calling in sick for work because there’s no way I can hold myself together in public when I burst into tears every hour or so.It’s been three days since my world shattered.The television has been playing on the same news channel the whole time with me waiting for any developments. I dove into the deeper parts of the internet, looking for any information but there is none to be found.“This is it, huh?” I whisper to myself, clinging onto the fleece blanket wrapped around me as I stare out the window. The heavy rain doesn’t help my mood at all, but it gives me comfort that the sky weeps for my loss too.I go to sleep that night feeling a blackhole-sized void in my heart.~~~The next morning, I woke up with several texts from the gallery asking me to come back to work. I’ve informed them that I couldn’t come but it must be an emergency if even my head supervisor is leaving me voic
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JeanI don’t remember the bar being this stuffy, but I somehow find myself suffocating in the middle of a conversation with my colleagues. And suddenly the black dress I’m wearing is too short and too tight on my body.I shouldn’t have come tonight. It’s a full night at the club, and it doesn’t take long before I request to move to a private room. I’m met with various curious and lust-filled looks but I ignore them. Parisians know how to party, and oftentimes those parties involve more than just drinking and dancing, there’s always something more.I’m sure my colleagues assumed I was asking for more, but I simply needed to get away from the crowd.Lara invited way too many strangers, but I figured this party was more for them than it was for my work anniversary. But I go along with it. I’ll just have to find an excuse to leave a bit earlier than the rest of them.“Jean, why aren’t you dancing?” Lara pipes up hugging me from behind. I chuckle softly, she’s already buzzed. “Ditch these
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Jean I fumble with my coat as I reach for my phone in my purse. The rain hasn’t let up once since December rolled in. I would have preferred to stay in the office today, but the statement for Bianca’s tuition came in my email last night.I tried to call her, but Bianca’s phone seems to be turned off and I went straight to voice mail.“Hey, Bub. I’m on my way to the bank now to pay for your tuition and other fees. Let me know if you need anything else— Oh! And as usual, do you want me to release your trust yet or not? That’s all bye! Call me back!”The answer has always been the same. Bianca doesn’t want to touch the money our parents left us until she was making her own. And I took it upon myself to pay for her education despite her protests.But I still figured I’d ask her every four months or so. Bianca was sustaining herself by working part-time and getting free lessons by volunteering for every camp and workshop. But she grew up sheltered and pampered. As her big sister, I still
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DanteIn the end, Jean leaves like a thief in the night. She left no note except for the signed divorce papers on top of the living room center table. I watch from the balcony as Jean shoulders a small carry-on bag with only her essentials. Despite the thundering protests I feel stirring in my chest, I know that tonight is the night I lose her. From the corner of my eye, I spot a few men with guns trained at her, ready to fire at my command. Their previous orders were to not allow Jean out of their sight, which includes having to injure her if she gets taken away by enemies again. But this time is different.Luca stands beside me, watching the same scene unfold. “Dante, are you sure about letting her get away?”I understand his sentiments. The amount of time, money, and effort I’d put into making her mine, only to watch her walk away in the end.And I was sure. But as I watch her walk away, I find out that letting her go is the single hardest thing I’ve done in my life.“Yes, tell m
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DanteI let Jean cry in my arms. The contract was a way to keep us both tethered to each other, and now that it’s gone, there’s nothing officially tying us together. In a way, we both lost someone tonight.“What happens now?” Jean asks with the softest voice. She sniffles a bit before sitting up, but she doesn’t leave my lap.With us finally being at eye level, I can see how red Jean’s nose is, her cheeks are tinted pink as well. She’s beautiful, and I make sure to tell her just that.“Will you stay?” I ask instead, even though I know full well that Jean’s already made up her mind about this long ago.Her eyes soften as she takes me in fully. One of Jean’s hands comes up to cup my cheek, and she smiles ever so softly as she whispers my name.“Dante… I love you,” Jean starts and it’s the saddest I’ve ever heard her utter those words. I know there’s a but coming up. “I never asked for this life, and I—I don’t want any part of it.”Jean finishes talking, shaking her head from side to sid
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DanteThe day I’ve been dreading has finally come. The day that I let her go.I watch Jean silently as she stares out of the wall windows. With the rain softly pattering outside, it reflects my mood perfectly. Jean looks stunning even in sleep shorts and a pullover she stole from my closet. She looks so perfect in my clothes, in my penthouse… and in my life.Suddenly the folder in my hand feels heavier than it should be.I ground myself before approaching Jean, needing to be a hundred percent sure I can handle this conversation. Because once I start, there’s no going back.“Hey,” I whisper in her ear as I wrap my arms around her from behind. Jean leans into my touch, resting her head against my shoulder.“What is it?” she asks, a frown on her face as she turns in my arms to face me. She must have noticed my agitation. “Is everything okay?” Jean reaches forward and cups my cheek.“Yeah,” I reply simply, offering her a reassuring smile—at least I tried to. “Come here for a sec.”“Dante,
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JeanUpon hearing those words, I notice that Dante had made himself scarce. Now that I think about it, he didn’t enter the living room with me and Bianca. He most likely left the penthouse to talk to Noah. How do I know that? Because there is no way in hell that Dante would have allowed Bianca to travel alone right when the investigation for the Regis family is about to start.But there’s something in the air that doesn’t quite feel like home.The woman in front of me may look like my little sister, Bianca, but she’s different. The last time I saw her she still had her baby cheeks and that wanderlust look in her eyes, but now that’s all gone.Her eyes no longer hold wonder in them but wisdom that only hardship and experience can mold. Her features look more angled, more mature.It makes me wonder if I somehow look the same to her or if I’ve changed in her eyes as she has changed in mine.I smile at my sister, albeit a little sad that I missed out on an entire year of her life. My baby
