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Fallen From Grace [Married to the Mafia Novel] Chapter 100
“Why are we here?” I ask as Dante closes the door to our bedroom. He continues to walk inside gently ushering me to sit on the bed.After revealing that the island is the next step, Dante started acting weird.“There’s something I need to talk to you about,” Dante says softly as he sits on the edge of the bed. This way, we’re facing each other.Confused, I simply say, “Okay.” Not wanting to mess with the seemingly delicate situation. Earlier, Dante had this grim expression and the overall mood had been dark since we left the dungeons.Dante may not have noticed but I saw him and Luca exchange looks before the latter went away to do whatever it is that Dante asked him to do. They’re being so secretive and it’s making the anxiety build in me. It settles badly in the pit of my stomach and then it dawns on me before Dante could even utter another word.“Shit. You’re locking me in here again… aren’t you?” I look straight into his eyes not bothering to hide the fear from my face. I study hi
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Without having to look, I know all the color drains out of my face the moment I heard those words. I feel faint, and if I wasn’t already sitting down, my legs would have given out beneath me.“What? No. It can’t be possible.” Disbelief is the only thing running in my mind right now, fighting to push out any thoughts of my sister trapped in those container vans.I lift my head in time to see Dante nod solemnly. “She’s young, beautiful, and untouched. She would have fetched a high price.”What the actual fuck? Does Serafino’s cruelty know no bounds?I feel sick. Swallowing the bile that’s risen to my throat, I silently wonder how long it would take to get to the bathroom or if I would even make it.“Noah did the right thing when he escaped with her.” Dante’s trying to make me feel better. I can tell from how gentle he’s being and how delicate he’s treating this situation. For that, I’m grateful.“My baby sister…”“Jean, she’s safe now.” I hear Dante’s voice but his words don’t register.
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“You’re sure about this? There’s nothing I can do to make you sit this one out?” Dante asks quietly, not to be overheard by the rest of the team preparing to mount the boat sitting idly on the pier.The whole day it was overcast, so now, the clouds cast a thin veil over the moon, giving us more cover than we’d hoped for. The plan is going to go well.We’ll hijack that boat, get to the island, gather the evidence that we need, then free those innocent people. The plan is simple. But that’s the thing with simple things, they don’t always mean easy.“We’ve been over this at least a dozen times, Dante,” I reply softly, not wanting to aggravate him so close to the start of the mission. “I’ll have your back and you’ll have mine. We’re a team. We’ll be fine.”Dante’s expression turns dark even as he reaches one of his gloved hands forward to touch my face. “No one will touch you. I’ll make sure of it.”Smiling, I nod my head to say that I trust him. Dante lets me go and turns around to walk
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Silence envelopes the entire boat as our team waits hidden with bated breath. We listen carefully to the sound of each panel of the flooring as heavy booted feet stomp onto the platform. They’re here.The footsteps get closer, and it’s impossible to tell how many of them there are. Four? At least, maybe more.“What the fuck happened, man?” One of them grunts out, his voice has a heavy accent but I can’t quite place where it’s from. “You were supposed to call in two hours ago.”When no one breathes in reply, we hear the shift in their demeanor immediately. They know something is wrong, and soon it will be our time to strike.It’s still dark despite the sun slowly making its appearance, and we use it to our advantage. Before long, I hear the heavy grunts and groans of pain from the men, then big splashes into the ocean. We take that as our sign to move out of hiding.From the control room, I make my way out just in time to see Daveed throw another man overboard. He floats aimlessly in t
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“And you’re sure this will work?” I ask one last time before we head down to the village. My heart pounds against my chest, my brain screaming at me that this plan is flimsy at best. And to add fuel to the raging fire of anxiety already building in me, Dante’s team and mine are separated. So even if I know the plan might fail, I ask for the reassurance anyway.“Positive.” It’s Noah who answers, standing before his team of three other men. They’re dressed like we are, but they all wear something much heavier, their shoulders slumping with the weight and my heart goes out to them in their grief.Three men. They lost three men trying to safely land here, and those who live carry that burden, visible in the determination in their eyes. They seek vengeance for their fallen comrades.Facing Dante, I notice that he too looks forlorn. They were his men too, he mourns for them too. To me, they might be faceless soldiers, but to Dante and Noah they were their brothers.“And you trust him?” I as
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“The fuck?” someone curses under their breath. “That makes three, right?”“Something’s wrong,” another soldier mutters as he lowers the body to the ground. There’s something sinister about the way the bone in the neck bulges awkwardly at a weird angle. In no time, I’m sure the area around it will turn purple and blue, but that’s not what’s weird.“There are too many of them,” Adeline notes to which some of the soldiers with me nod in agreement. They’re right. There are too many.Noah’s team reported that there would be around three dozen men scattered around and inside the village where they keep the prisoners, but we’ve encountered three already, which means the other teams are in a similar situation. We’ve barely managed to scratch the surface and something has already gone wrong.“We blew up their boat, someone must have seen it,” another comments.“Wait,” I call out quietly, stopping in front of the downed enemy. Call it morbid curiosity, but there’s something I need to confirm. K
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My eyes widen in surprise, there’s no way they know I’m part of the mission team. From the corner of my eye, I notice Dante’s finger flexing around the rifle’s trigger. As carefully as I can, I reach forward to grip the back of his shirt, tugging him back, a silent warning to help him calm down. It seems to work.“Let them go,” Noah hisses, his shoulders tense as he aims his gun slowly toward the village chief.“Those weren’t my orders,” the chief replies smoothly, in his thick South Asian accent. “I was told to talk only to Jean Atwood and I’m sure that’s not you.”Ever so slowly, Dante inches sideways to block me from the enemy’s view. My grip on his shirt tightens, in fear of what’s about to come.“If she’s not here, my orders are to kill them all.” There’s a glint in the chief’s eyes, something akin to amusement, and it makes me sick to my stomach.I can’t let him kill all of these innocents. Slowly, I pull away from Dante, but he senses my movements, he knows what I’m about to do
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“What are you doing?!” I ask, my voice turning shrill in sheer panic, but before Dante could answer Noah and another soldier had positioned themselves in front of him, to protect their master.I stare Dante down, but I don’t shake his hold on me. His hands grip my upper arms in a bruising hold, his rifle forgotten, hanging uselessly on its strap.“Jean—”“It’s okay,” I whisper, “It’ll be okay.”With my eyes, I beg Dante to understand. I don’t want to make the sacrifice either, knowing full well that Serafino is just salivating at the notion of possessing me, but I know what I have to do. I’m desperate to stop this. I won’t be able to take it if another person gets hurt because of me. Especially if I can stop it from happening, even if I have to turn myself in to do it.“Jean, no.” Dante’s voice is stern, but there’s desperation mixed in there too. He’s grasping at straws the same way I am. There’s no explanation for it, just the urgent need to protect.Dante’s stormy gray eyes hold mi
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