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The man loved me more than life itself. You can see it clear as day in his eyes.
“My father loved me. He said that he couldn’t wait for me to make a choice— and a change. The family is all men, he said. That’s not right. Not for my principessa. He hoped I’d get the chance to rule if I wanted. Hoped the world wouldn’t be so dramatic, so violent by then. Hoped it would be safe for me to lead his family into the next generation.”
“You want to take over the Russos, and you’re going to take down my family to prove you’re worthy?” he asks, and I bite my lip. His eyes are locked on mine and that truth serum is flooding from him into me, so I answer in a dangerous way.
“What are you going to do if I say yes?” I ask in a whisper.
He doesn’t answer, and I panic.
“Are you going to kill me?” His eyes go soft, so soft I’m reminded of late nights in bed with him when I’m just Lilah and he’s just Dante and there are no conversations about blood.
No conversations about betrayal and hits and complicated family ties.
No bodyguards and heirs and fights for thrones and power.
It’s just us.
And I feel safe.
“No, Delilah. I would never hurt you. It’s you and me. This is it. It’s just complicated as fuck now. But in the end, it will be us.”
It’s honestly not the comfort I was hoping for.
I sigh, giving him a dose of reality.
“We won’t work, Dante. You want to beat Paulie, head up your family. I want to make your family pay. And when I’m done, I’m taking my rightful spot. The rightful spot where I’m your enemy. We won’t work.”
“What if we can?”
“How?”
“Give me time, Delilah. I need time to put things in order and keep you safe.” I sigh and try to push off him, but of course, he doesn’t let me go.
“I’m tired of being some princess locked away for safekeeping.”
“You’re a queen.” His words run a chill down my spine, but that irritation is still flaring.
“Queens don’t hide away. Queens aren't kept women. Their kings don’t come to them in the middle of the night to eat their pussy and then run when the morning comes.”
“I’m not a king.”
“Fine, a prince.”
“No, you don’t understand, fiorella. I’m a knight. I serve you and you alone.”
“One of us will rule one day, Dante,” I say in a whisper. Because now that this is all out in the open, it’s the truth. In all likelihood, if I succeed, there won’t be much of a family for Dante to rule. If I fail . . . … well, there might not be a me to be a ruler.
He stays quiet for long moments, and I wonder if I went too far.
But then he responds.
“You’re right,” he says then steps back.
“What?”
“You’re right. Stay here,” he says and then disappears through the hallway
“Let’s go,” he says when he returns, a small suitcase in one hand and an overnight bag in the other.
