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vy oak desk before me was cluttered with ledgers, shipping manifests, and contracts that required my attent

wung open with a loud bang. Dante strolled in, his usual

rned into his as he scratched the back of his neck, his posture

ge in my voice slicing through the room. "Do that ag

up both hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay,

st under the surface. His wide, brown eyes gleamed with excitement as he blurted out, "Right! I hacked into the

hipments and leaving a trail of chaos. Their Don, Nikolas Volkov, thought sending me a photo of sto

set my blood thrumming. "Now you have my attention," I said, sliding my gun into its holste

tark contrast to the roaring fire in my chest. On our way

out something unrelated, his voice filling the air like white noise. The mom

e roared to life, and I pressed down on the accelerator. The open roa

king the quiet. "Cazzo!" he cursed, slumping back in his seat. "I forgot to

risk his health. Dante had diabetes, and skipping meals wasn't something I took lightl

ght Bakery! Their blueberry muffins are insane, and..." He tr

keptical. Dante had a knack f

eyebrows at m

ngruous with my mood. I parked the car, stepping out and taking in the sight o

ically bounced to a table while I followed reluctantly. My eyes scanned the space, noticing details: the poli

ed forward, his excitement palpable.

s smile faltered momentarily before he replied, "She's

irritation in his gaze. But Dante, deflated, nodded and ordered a slice of

he table, and his gaze flicked toward the kitchen every few secon

I sa

nning. Long black hair framed a delicate face with soft features. Her blue eyes shimmered like the ocean under moonlight, and

nudged me, a knowing smirk on his f

ere but her. Yet when she spoke-soft, hesit

er voice carried a quiet strength,

al charm, grinning like an i

l smile, her eyes flitting briefly

houghts churned with images of her-her smile, h

ike up a conversation. "Buongiorno, love," I

h for th

register, her fingers movi

dred, my tone firm

er off. "Consider it a tip for th

licate pink as she murm

orrected. "Cal

lips like a whispe

said, holding her gaze for a se

, I reviewed the file my

20. No family left ali

ale best friend. The mere thought of a

n firm. Sirena would be mine.