DANTE'S POV As I trudged down the narrow corridor of the old, crumbling building, the sounds of muffled cries and distant screams echoed through the air, each one a testament to the unspeakable horrors that occurred within these walls. The air was thick with the scent of fear and desperation, which I had become all too familiar with. I had been in this business for more years than I cared to remember, and the things I'd witnessed had long since hardened my heart. I didn't care about any of the people in these cells. I trained myself not to trust anyone else. They'd be used against me—even family. Yet, something about Tanya stirred a long-forgotten feeling deep within me. As I approached her cell, her voice reached my ears. She was screaming, her voice loud and filled with pain. She had been subjected to the most brutal of tortures, yet she refused to talk. I admired that about her; it wasn't easy for anyone not to break with these tortures, but she managed not to break. He
DANTE'S POV Jack entered my office a few days after I had been expecting him. The anticipation had been gnawing at me for days, and I was eager to hear what he had uncovered about Tanya. She had been on my mind since the last time we met, but I didn't want to do anything rash, so I avoided her cell for the past few days. When he finally walked into my office, I could see the weariness in his eyes. He handed me a thin folder, and I could tell right away that it wasn't bursting with the kind of information I wanted. My heart sank a little, but I tried to remain hopeful. "Well, what did you find?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. He sighed and opened the folder, revealing a few sparse documents. "Tanya finished her studies at a small community college on the outskirts of town. She's twenty-two years old, and her mother is listed as Maria Lopez. Unfortunately, we couldn't find anything else about Maria, and there's no other information about her." I took the papers from
DANTE'S POV When the call came from the hospital, I was sitting in my study, the heavy scent of cigar smoke hanging in the air. The room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow from the desk lamp illuminating the stacks of paperwork and the glass of bourbon I had been nursing. The phone rang, its sharp tone cutting through the silence. I hesitated momentarily before picking it up, steeling myself for what I might hear. "Mr. Dante, we have some news regarding the girl," the voice on the other end said. My heart pounded in my chest, a sensation I hadn't felt in years. "Go on," I urged, my voice steady but my mind racing. "She's your granddaughter, Mr. Dante. The daughter of your late son." The news from the hospital had hit me like a fast train. She was my granddaughter. Tanya, the girl we had kept locked up in that dingy cell, was the daughter of my late son. I could hardly believe it. My mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of my past and the cruel twist of f
TANYA'S POV “Why don’t I start from the beginning?” Dante suggested. I stared at him, the man who called himself my grandfather, the man who had let me suffer for so long in this place. He had watched those people torture me, and now he wanted to fix everything. Impossible. I felt a lot of emotions at that moment: anger, betrayal, confusion. My parents had never told me about any other father, and I didn't even know Henry wasn't my birth father until he said it before he was killed. Yet, despite everything happening inside of me, I said nothing, allowing him to speak. I wanted to hear his part of the story. I wanted to know if he deserved forgiveness; he didn't deserve it, but I wanted to know what he had to say. “My son's name is Damien. He is your father, sorry was your father. Damien died a few years ago, and he never told me about you. I am sure he doesn't know you exist, mostly because your mother hid you, and we never thought of it. If I had known about you, I would hav
TANYA'S POV Sitting quietly after Dante left, I turned around and willed myself to go back to sleep. Less than an hour later, Dante and some guards burst into my room, dragging me out. “What is going on?” I asked. Of course, they didn't answer me. “Tie her hands so she doesn't escape,” Dante ordered one of the bodyguards with a scar above his upper lip. Scarface moved closer to me, grabbing my hands and twisting them back painfully before tying them. “Are you going to tell me what is going on?” I asked again as I was being dragged forward. Dante didn't reply and kept looking around wildly as his bodyguards shielded us, guiding us outside. “I guess not.” Walking outside, I realised I hadn't been out in a while. I looked around to see where we were, but only thick bushes surrounded us; it was hard to see anything other than the bushes. How did I even get here? I could have sworn we were in the city before. One of the guards grabbed my arm painfully, hurrying me tow
RODRIGO’S POV My car sped quickly to the place where Tanya was being held. The location was deep within the forest, far from any signs of civilisation. I hadn't seen anyone throughout my journey here. I pushed the pedal to the floor, ignoring traffic lights and speed limits. The urgency of the situation left no room for caution. My mind raced as fast as the car, each passing second amplifying my fear for Tanya's safety. My phone buzzed beside me. Picking it up, I answered it without checking the caller, “What is it?” “Sir, we are right behind you.” My bodyguard said. Looking through my mirror, I noticed four cars following behind me. “Okay, good.” Without waiting for his response, I hung up and threw my phone on the passenger seat. Dave had managed to find a video from a security camera that showed her being taken there. Every time I replayed it, my heart twisted in pain. Mi Cariño. The short footage showed Tanya and her father being dragged into a van, her eyes wide wit
RODRIGO'S POV "No!" Tanya's voice ripped through the air, distracting me from what was happening. She sprinted out of the car, her steps frantic and unsteady, like a bird with clipped wings. Her face was hurt, and she was probably in a lot of pain, but it seemed like she was hell-bent on stopping me. The way her breath hitched as she closed the distance between us made me almost laugh. She held her hand up as she bent down to steady her breathing, "You can't…. Oh my god, I think I'm going to puke…okay…you can't kill him!" she screamed, her voice cracking as she yelled, she bent over and clutched her knees again, trying to catch her breath. She didn't even run that far. Wait a minute, I shouldn't kill him? “You can't kill him, Rodrigo. Please don't. For me, please don't kill him. Please just don't kill him; you can't. Just put the gun down so we can talk about this, please.” She begged. Something was going on. Dante turned, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of her.
TANYA'S POV “Bang.” The sound of the gunshot echoed around me. "Ahhhh…." I screamed, my voice piercing the tense silence even as my eyes clamped shut. My heart raced a wild drumbeat in my chest. He hadn't listened to me, and he had killed him. But slowly, hesitantly, I opened my teary eyes, blinking away the tears, and glanced beside me. There he was, Dante. Alive. Unharmed. Rodrigo hadn't killed him. Oh my God. He listened to me. He didn't kill him. I sniffed as I turned back to Rodrigo, ready to thank him. Rodrigo stood there, the gun still in his hand; his eyes were freezing. His eyes locked onto Dante with a mixture of anger and warning. "Leave," he said, his voice colder than ever. "If you don't, I won't hesitate to finish this, and no one can stop me then." He glanced at me after saying that. It was a warning he wouldn't listen to me next time. Dante's eyes flickered with relief and fury, but he didn't argue. With a nod to his injured bodyguards, he turned and left. St