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y deal regarding illegal drugs. I had been prepared for something like this. Everything about

e, based on the rumors I'd heard, yet he st

hought. What was I thinking? Dante was nothing but a cold-blooded jerk-a

im. He interrogated a man with a ferocity that left no room for mercy. I stood frozen, unsure of how to rea

reality I was living in. I was on Dante's side, like it or not. If I steppe

e busy running background checks on someone, though he refused to share any

yed silent, trying to read his mood. My thoughts drifted to my father, and my heart tigh

tter than to blurt out my request without gauging Dante's

n me. My breath hitched as our gazes locked. His intensity

y?" His rough, gravelly voic

hing as he poured hims

almer than I expected. "If you've go

"Yes, Dante-I mean, yes, sir," I corrected myse

on my slip-up. "Go on. What is it

ng in. What if he didn't approve of

sn't doing well. He's not emotionally or mentally stable. We've been through a l

g as they stayed fixed on me. "Been through a lot? What exactly

alone share them with him. Speaking about them always left me on the verge

ff. "It's nothing too serious, sir. I jus

ving mine. "No, tell me, Lucia. What kin

swer him. Dante obviously wasn't the kind of ma

voice trembling slightly. "It happened a long time a

if tragedy was a language he understood. "What happene

uch to share. "I'm not sure

in place. "How did you cope after losing them?

ad. He wanted to know about me all of a sudden, Why? Was he suddenly interes

. "None of those," I replied firmly. "I started writing

in his eyes, something that almost resembled und

orrow," he said abruptly, le

t off guard. Did

," I said softl

Don't mistake this for mercy, Lucia," he said, his voic

tever softness he had shown tonight was only

mind. Why had he granted my request so easily? And why di