Fired. It felt like the floor had dropped out from under him. $500. Gone. His thoughts spiraled. Heād promised herāheād promised.
The wig, he thought, the birthday gift I promised her. Sheās been so patient with me, always supporting me when no one else would. How can I face her now? How can I keep disappointing her? He thought about his girlfriend, Mia. Few years together, and not once had she ever made him feel like he wasnāt enough. Despite all the snide remarks, the people who looked down on him, and the humiliating jobs heād taken just to get by, she never once turned her back on him. She really loves me. I know it. Even when he had nothingāwhen he was scraping the bottom, she was there, cheering him on, reminding him that one day things would get better.. What am I going to say to her? He pictured her faceāthe way she always smiled at him, even when he had nothing to offer. āIāll make it right,ā heād promised. But how could he? He stopped in front of her door. He stood there for a moment, practicing his words. āMia, Iām sorry. I got fired. I couldnāt get the gift. But I swear, Iāll make it up to you.ā No, that sounds weak. Sheāll never buy that. He cleared his throat, trying again. āMia, Iāve failed. But Iām not giving up. Iāll get it back. Iāll get us back to where we were. I wonāt let you down again.ā His breath caught in his throat. He stood there for what felt like an eternity. Then, just as he was about to raise his hand to knock, the door swung open, revealing Mia. She stood there in nothing but a bedroom robe, her hair still damp from the shower. But it wasnāt the robe that caught Dante off guardāit was the look in her eyes. Her gaze flickered across him, and her lips pressed into a thin line, almost as if she was... waiting. Expecting someone. āDante.ā Her voice was cold, sharp. Not the warm, gentle tone he was used to. He felt a lump rise in his throat. āMia⦠Iāā Danteās chest tightened as Mia crossed her arms, the coldness in her voice slicing through him. āYou donāt even know what time it is, Dante. What are you doing here?ā Her gaze flicked nervously to the door again, like she was waiting for someone else to show up. Whatās going on? Danteās mind raced. The Mia he knew would never be like this. Never so distant, so cold. āI⦠I need to tell you something,ā Dante said, his voice shaking with uncertainty. Mia exhaled sharply, her eyes narrowing as she stood in the doorway. āYou want to tell me something? Fine. But I have something to tell you too. You go first.ā He swallowed hard, his hands trembling. This is it. Iāll explain it all. Sheāll understand. āIām sorry, Mia,ā he began, his voice barely above a whisper. āI couldnāt get you the gift. The wig. I promised you I would, butāā Miaās lips twisted into something that wasnāt quite a smile. āOh, you couldnāt get it?ā she interrupted, her tone dripping with disbelief. āAre you serious, Dante? How could I expect anything different from you? Always promising, but never delivering. Youāre pathetic.ā Danteās heart cracked at her words. Pathetic? āNo, Mia, please, itās not like that.ā His breath hitched as he tried to explain. āI got fired today. The money I was saving for the giftāitās gone. But Iām going to make things right, I swear.ā Her eyes flickered with something that felt like indifference. āFired, huh?ā she said, her voice flat. āWhat a surprise. Always running around, failing at everything.ā āIām trying! Iām doing everything I can toāā But Mia raised her hand, cutting him off. āI donāt want to hear it anymore. I donāt have to sit here listening to you make excuses for every damn thing you canāt do. Iāve heard it all before.ā Dante froze. The words hit him like a slap to the face. He felt like the floor was dropping out beneath him. āMia, what⦠what are you saying?ā He stepped forward, his hands reaching out instinctively, wanting to touch her, wanting her to see he was still the same person, still the person who loved her. But Mia turned her back on him, her voice sharp as she spoke again, āIām not interested in this anymore, Dante.ā His mind stopped. āWhat? What do you mean?ā Her voice grew colder, if that was even possible. āIām done. Itās over.ā Dante couldnāt process what she was saying. Itās over? His mind whirled. How could it be? āWhy?ā he whispered, his voice hoarse. āWhy, Mia? After everything, after two years?ā She didnāt look at him, her face turned away, as if she couldnāt stand the sight of him anymore. āBecause I donāt need this. I need more. I need someone whoās actually going to make it, Dante. Someone who doesnāt just talk about change, but actually does it.ā His heart was shattering, the weight of her words crushing him. More? What does that even mean? Before he could speak again, the door behind her creaked open. Danteās breath caught in his throat as a man stepped into the room, his presence so confident it felt almost suffocating. The manās hand rested casually on Miaās shoulder, then slid down to her waist. Dante blinked, disbelief flashing across his face. āHey, babe,ā the man said, his voice low and smooth, as he wrapped his arms around Mia from behind, pulling her close. Danteās eyes widened as the manās hands slid down her body, his fingers brushing over her chest, cupping her breasts. Danteās breath hitched, his stomach twisting in knots. What the hell is happening? Mia didnāt even flinch. She didnāt push him away. In fact, she leaned back against him, her eyes never leaving Danteās as she spoke in a cool, detached tone. āYou see, Dante? This is what Iāve been waiting for. Someone who actually knows how to treat me.ā Danteās mind went blank. The manās hands were still on her, his fingers caressing her in ways Dante had never even dared to. He couldnāt breathe. Heād never touched her like that. Not once. And now⦠now here she was, with someone else, someone from his past. Lucas? His mind screamed the word, but his body refused to move. The man standing behind Mia, holding her so casually, was none other than his cousin. āLucasā¦?ā The name barely left Danteās lips, a strangled whisper that seemed to hang in the air, mocking him. Mia didnāt even flinch when Dante spoke. She didnāt look at him, didnāt even seem to care. She was too focused on Lucas, resting her head back against him. āYeah,ā Lucas said, his voice smooth, almost too calm. He casually brushed a stray lock of hair off Miaās shoulder, his hand lingering there longer than necessary. "Surprised to see me here, cousin?"
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Victor spun around, meeting Danteās calm gaze. He tightened his fists, his voice cold. "You better not mess this up, Dante."Dante chuckled lightly, his hands raised in mock surrender. "Relax, Vic. I didnāt, and Iām not planning to. Just here to enjoy the moment."Victorās jaw tightened as he caught movement behind Dante. His men rushed in, encircling them quietly. A faint smile tugged at Victor's lips as he stepped closer to Dante. "You see, Dante, I could get rid of you right now. A snap of my fingers, and you'd disappear. No one would notice a thing."Danteās smirk didnāt falter. He tilted his head slightly. "You could, but Iād advise against it. Unless, of course, youāve accounted for everything Iāve been keeping an eye on."Victorās eyes narrowed, his voice a deadly whisper. "What the hell are you talking about?"Before Dante could answer, Delgadoās voice boomed behind them. "Victor! Whatās going on here?"Victor stiffened, quickly masking his annoyance with a forced smile. "Noth
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Victor adjusted his cufflinks as he walked toward the Golden Gala Hall, his tailored suit reflecting his usual precision. The valet quickly opened the car door for him."Keep it close," Victor instructed, handing over the keys before striding inside.The hall was alive with music and laughter. On the stage, the bride and groom danced under the sparkling chandeliers. Delgado sat at a prominent table, his guards stationed strategically around him. Victor moved through the crowd with purpose, nodding politely at familiar faces."Mr. Delgado," Victor said as he approached. Delgado turned, a broad smile lighting his face."Vic," Delgado greeted warmly. "I hope you're not here to talk business. Tonight's about family and celebration."Victor offered a small smile. "Of course, sir. Just wanted to let you know the containers have been moved to a more secure location. Everything's under control."Delgadoās grin widened. "Thatās why I trust you, Vic. Youāre your fatherās son through and through
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At a private airport, the rumble of a plane engine gradually faded as it came to a halt on the runway. The doors opened, and heavily armed men stepped out first, scanning the area with sharp, trained eyes. Then an old man appeared, stepping onto the tarmac with the casual confidence of someone who had seen it all. A cigar hung from his lips, its ember glowing faintly in the dusk light.Victor stood near the hangar, his posture respectful but firm. He held a bouquet of fresh flowers, an unusual but calculated gesture of deference. As the old man approached, Victor extended the bouquet toward him."Mr. Delgado," Victor said with a polite nod. "Itās an honor to see you again after all these years."The old man took the flowers, a faint smirk curling his lips as he examined them briefly before looking back at Victor. "Nice touch, Vic. Youāve grown into a proper man, havenāt you? Your father would be proud.""The pleasureās all mine, sir," Victor replied smoothly. "Welcome back. Weāve prep
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Lucas stepped into the backyard, the cool breeze doing little to calm his frayed nerves. He pulled out his phone, dialing Victorās number with a sharp jab of his finger. Pacing the length of the garden, his tone was already laced with frustration when Victor answered."I told him, Victor," Lucas snapped, not waiting for a greeting. "I warned the damn doctor. I said thereād be consequences if he didnāt cooperate. But he ignored me, and now heās gone. Vanished! And no one knows where the hell he is."Victorās voice on the other end was steady but tense. "Calm down. We know who took him."Lucas stopped dead in his tracks, narrowing his eyes. "Who?"There was a brief pause before Victor said the name. "Dante."For a moment, Lucas was silent. Then he let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair. "Dante? Of course, itās him. Heās like a damn roachāalways creeping back no matter how many times you think youāve crushed him. Whatās his problem now?"Victorās tone sharpened. "He kno
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Three Days Later Lucas slammed the empty bottle on the table, his fourth for the day, and it wasnāt even noon. He muttered under his breath, his face red with frustration. āDante kills my father, and the authorities just let him walk. This is bullshit. Absolute bullshit!ā Mia entered the room quietly, her heels clicking against the marble floor. āLucas,ā she said softly, trying to sound calm, āyou need to take it easy. Drinking like this isnāt going to solve anything.ā He shot her a glare, his voice sharp. āTake it easy? Take it easy? My fatherās dead, and DanteāDante!āis out there celebrating like nothing happened! And you want me to take it easy?ā Mia hesitated, her voice faltering. āIām not saying itās fair, butā¦ā She paused, choosing her words carefully. āBecause of all this, the wedding⦠itās been postponed until further notice.ā Lucas froze, then slowly stood, his eyes narrowing. āPostponed?ā His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. āYouāre postponing our wedding because o
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Minutes later, the sirens screamed as a convoy of police cars surrounded the building. Dante stood there, handcuffed, still reeling from what he'd just done. His mind was blur. He had avenged his mother, but now, standing here in the aftermath, everything felt surreal.Lucas stood a few feet away, his face twisted with shock and anger. Mia, his girlfriend, leaned on his shoulder, her expression grim as she watched the unfolding chaos. She kept glancing at Dante, her eyes filled with doubt, unsure whether to feel relief or fear.The police officer approached Dante, his face a mix of sympathy and professionalism. "Sorry Mr Dante," he said, looking at the handcuffs, "we're sorry for what happened. You're free to go."Dante blinked, utterly confused. "What? I... I don't understand. What do you mean, I'm free to go?" He looked at the officer, his brow furrowing."The evidence... it's not what it seems. We found no handprints on the objects used on the deceased. Thereās no solid proof lin
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