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The Repercussions: Captured in His GravityIt was too quiet in the room.That sort of quiet that was like a warning.My heart was still racing from the events at the club when I stood in the centre of Dante's penthouse.based on how he had seized the man's throat.based on the way he had publicly kissed me.based on how I had allowed him.As if he had endless time, Dante leaned against the bar and rolled up his sleeves with deliberate slowness.As if my whole body did not still burn because of him.I tightened my jaw. "That overreaction was fucking ridiculous."Dante poured himself a drink and grinned. "Was it?"I sneered. "You almost killed him."Dante sipped his whisky and let out a slow exhale. "He touched my property."My breath caught.Because it was there.Just one damn word.mine.Dante put down his glass and fixed me with his dark eyes."You are not fond of it?" He whispered. "So why did you not stop me?"My throat became suddenly dry as I swallowed forcefully. "I—"Dante's he
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The Setting – A Room Full of PowerThe poker table was lined with the city’s most dangerous men.Crime bosses, cartel heads, men who held power, influence, and blood on their hands.And Dante sat at the head of it all.Calm. Unshaken. Completely in control.I leaned back in my chair, nursing my drink, keeping my posture relaxed even though I could feel the weight of every fucking stare.Because tonight?I wasn’t just another man at the table.I was Dante Valenci’s right-hand.And everyone in this room knew it.But apparently, someone wanted to test just how true that was.The Disrespect – Someone Dares to Challenge HimIt was subtle at first.A comment here, a smirk there.But then, Martinez made a mistake.He was a smuggler, connected to the cartel, a man who thought he was bigger than he was.And tonight?He thought he was bold enough to challenge Dante’s claim.“So tell me,” Martinez mused, swirling his drink, his sharp eyes flickering to me. “How does it feel to be in Valenci’s po
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The Repercussions: A Risky IdeaI should have left as soon as we returned to the penthouse.I should have told him to go to hell, slammed the door behind me, and made it obvious that I was not his property.However, I didn't.Because I knew in my heart.He already had me.Worse?He was also aware of it.Luca's Final Battle EffortWith my mind a complete mess and my heart still racing from the events at the poker table, I paced the living room.I had been kissed by Dante.in the public eye.had ensured that everyone in the city knew I was his.With a sharp exhale, I combed through my hair. "You were not entitled."Standing by the bar, pouring himself a drink, Dante laughed. "Did I not?"I glared as I turned. "You believe you can simply assert me in that manner? As if I were some kind of fucking property?Dante sipped his whisky without a care in the world. "That is precisely who you are."I gasped. Fuck.Because what is the worst?That is what I wanted to happen.I tightened my jaw. "I
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A Sign Too Large to Ignore: The Weight of a RingThis was not how it was intended to feel.It was only a ring.It was just a piece of expensive, subtle metal that was chained around my finger.The cool weight of it taunted me as I absently turned it over.Because this was not a gift at all.It was a brand.A reminder that I was claimed by Dante.that I was his forever, not just his property.What is the worst?I had not removed it.I did not leave the bedroom. Not while I was taking a shower. Not while I was sitting at the bar feigning that nothing had changed from the previous evening.I tightened my jaw.Fuck.There is no room for denial under Dante's control.Before I could see him, I could hear his footsteps.Slow. steady. total control.Then his voice, knowing and smooth."You still have it on."I let out a sharp exhale without raising my gaze. "Do not take it too seriously."With a low, contented laugh, Dante laughed."That is too late."Against my will, my pulse spiked as I fin
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The Words' Weight: What Have I Done?I ought not to have said it.I should not have let him hear me say, "I am yours," and I should not have let it slip.Because right now?There was no turning back now.My pulse was too quick, and my knuckles were white as I held onto the counter's edge.Behind me, Dante was still standing, close but not in contact.As if he was in anticipation.As if he knew I was going to snap.Staring at the ring on my finger, the evidence of what I had just given up, I swallowed hard.I had lost my freedom.I was not mine.What is the worst?I had no desire to be.Fuck.Dante Allows Me Some Space, But Not EnoughDante moved, but not in my direction.Just enough so that I could sense his steady, unflinching presence.He whispered, "You are thinking too much."With a rough voice, I scoffed. "Yes? What else am I supposed to do, anyway?Dante let out a calm, slow breath as if he had been ready for this."Do you think this makes a difference?" he enquired.I stiffened
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The Hospital: A Novel Form of SilenceThe shooting had taken place two days prior.Observing Dante's recovery for two days.I sat next to him for two days and would not get up, even though I told myself I should.I avoided his gaze on me for two days.since I was aware.He waited.waiting on me to quit acting.waiting on me to acknowledge what we both knew.that I would not be leaving.Luca Wonders What Will Happen NextI felt it as I stared at my hands.The touch of Dante's fingers on mine.informal. Hardly there.but purposeful.I swallowed hard and remained motionless."You appear worn out," Dante whispered.I sneered. "You are worried about me after you were shot?"Amused, Dante hummed. "You have hardly moved from this chair."I stiffened.since he was correct.since I had not departed.Because my chest had felt so damned tight at the idea of leaving him alone in that bed.My knuckles were touched by Dante's thumb."Luca, are you staying?" he said softly.My breath caught.I took
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