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One of our soldiers was their spy, and one day, he went into her studio and made her slit her wrists while holding the gun to her son’s head.”
“That-that’s your father, Mumu.”
“If I ever lose my way, lose my soul to this place-”
“-and become toxic to you or our children, promise me that you’ll end me.”
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“You won’t. I won’t let you.”
when he was pissed at her—he made her stronger, made her feel safer, made her feel supported. He was one of the biggest reasons she was as sane as she was, that she had held onto life through the worst of her trauma, that she had healed. He called her his lighthouse but he had always been hers, standing tall through the worst of the stormy nights, lighting up the dark, letting her know that shore was close.
Children are… like wildflowers. They may be planted in one place but they grow where their hearts lead. It’s not where we’re planted but where we bloom that defines us.”
“Promise me, if his shadow ever falls on our children, you will make him suffer.”
“With pleasure,”
Amara took his hand and began walking away from the scene, climbing the stairs, walking out of the center. Dante smoked the last of his cigarette, taking a drag, staying silent. Amara knew he was fuming at her so she stayed silent too. They walked to the mansion and headed to his study, him closing the door behind her and pushing her up against it, his hand holding her jaw, his eyes blazing.
“Defy me like that again when it comes to your safety, and I kid you not, I will lock you up, Amara.”
We make this kingdom what we want.
Tempest Talia Ava Maroni slid out into the world with a scream louder than her mother’s. Her lost sister never followed.
Love was too tame a word, adoration too juvenile. Broken and bleeding at fifteen, she had made his world tremble; exhausted and spent now, she owned it.
His magnum opus. His warrior queen. The mother of his child.
“You’re the beat to my heart, Amara. Now, she’s a beat too.”
“And mine.”
Dante looked around at his chessboard, and with his queen by his side, he felt ready to play them all.
The man watched from the shadows as the wedding commenced. Dante Maroni got married to an outsider, his heir already born. The Predator stood by his side, Morana Vitalio on the other. The kid he’d led them to sat in the front. And Alpha, the king of the south, sat in the back with a tiny woman. It was perfect for all of them. The man flicked a lighter on and off. He would give them a week, and then it was time to leave more breadcrumbs. It was time.
