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Fallen From Grace [Married to the Mafia Novel] Chapter 109
Dante“What do you mean I can’t go back to my estate?” I clutch the phone tighter, bracing myself for the bad news.Luca clears his throat on the other end, “Serafino made several hits just last night… After he learned of your attack on the island. Word on the street is he’s still pissed and that he might try to attack your estate. It’d be better to stay in one of the penthouses for now.”Well, that certainly isn’t the way I would have wanted to start my day. I’m jetlagged, my head is pounding with a headache, and Jean still hasn’t woken up. And now my consigliere tells me more bad news.My eyebrows furrow as I rub the bridge of my nose to try to alleviate the pressure. “Fine. I’ll stay at the penthouse. Wait, multiple hits?”From the driver’s seat, Noah spares me a glance through the rearview mirror, also interested in what Luca has to say. I put the phone on speaker, and we both intently listen to Luca’s words.“Yeah. My best guess is Serafino’s throwing a tantrum after learning of
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Jean“You really love him, don’t you?”I turn around when I hear Adeline’s voice behind me. I hadn’t even realized I’d been staring at Dante who was standing a few paces from where we are as he ironed out more of our plan with Noah.No matter how I look at it, Dante has this certain lightness to him when he’s around Noah. It’s like with Noah here, Dante’s burden is lessened and I’m thankful for that. He must be so happy seeing his brother again after so long. And I can only imagine I would feel the same joy when I see my sister again.I face Adeline and give her a genuine smile. “Yeah. I really do love him.”There’s no point denying it now, even to myself. I love Dante. And we’re minutes away from storming a smuggling ring. I can’t help but worry for him.Dante may be hardened by hundreds of battles but he’s still human, he could still get hurt, and he could still be killed.“I just worry that this is the last time I’ll see him.” I shake my head to rid myself of the thought. “Sorry,
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Jean “What?” Dante asks in disbelief, looking at me as if I‘d said something out of character. Maybe I did but it’s for the best. This way he knows exactly what I want to do. The need to be active and involved is strong because the minute I stop moving I’ll start to crumble. “How are we proceeding with the plan?” I ask, subtler than the last question. “I need to do something, Dante— no you don’t understand!” I add when he tries to reach for me and cut me off. “I need to do something.” Dante’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion before the realization hits him. Suddenly, he has a hand around my wrist and practically drags me across the kitchen and into the living room. I don’t even get time to admire the penthouse’s interior because Dante all but pushes me down into the plush black couch. I hit the cushions with a soft plop leaving me to crane my neck all the way back to look up at him. “What—” “Sit down,” he says, cutting me off. Though confused and pissed at how he’s manhandling me, I
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JeanHow long has it been? Two hours maybe since I fell asleep on the couch from exhaustion. How many times have I cried myself to sleep these days? But I needed that.Sometimes, a good cry is what you really need to clear your head. And now that my head is clear, I’m starting to regret everything I said earlier.I find myself in the kitchen after my stomach grumbles its complaints. I don’t remember when the last time I ate was, I think it was before the mission started. I fix myself a simple breakfast of bread and coffee, forcing my mind to stay blank as I go about mundane activities.After loading the dishwasher, I head back to the bedroom on the second floor to rest, there’s nothing else to do anyway. I try to watch a movie but I can’t seem to focus, not even making it to the ten-minute mark. I can’t seem to shake the images of Adeline in my arms along with our other fallen soldiers.I clench my fists until I could feel my fingernails bury deep into the skin of my palms, the pain g
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JeanShocked to hear Dante’s voice, I don’t turn around, instead, I wait for him to come closer. He admits that he has been keeping this room a secret, but I want the explanation to come from him.“What are you doing here, Jean?”“You didn’t tell me about the casino,” I reply instead, curious to know why.I hear some shuffling behind me as Dante moves closer. Dante hums before replying, “I didn’t want it to be the first thing I tell you after waking up.”“Ah,” I reply nodding, having assumed as much. This whole time he was thinking about how I felt and I, on the other hand, didn’t stop to consider his feelings. “I’m sorry about how I acted this morning,” I add ashamed. “It’s… not excusable. I’m sorry for the trouble. I didn’t mean what I said.”I chew the inside of my cheek, waiting for Dante to say something.“I accept your apology,” he replies finally. “And to be honest, you did mean it. You meant what you said, and what I won’t accept is you downplaying your emotions. I appreciate
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JeanI don’t miss the spark in Dante’s eyes when I said those words, my heart getting fuller with each passing second.“Do you remember the first time you took me to the casino?” When Dante nods, I continue, my smile not faltering for a moment. “I felt like I belonged.”Dante’s eyes widen at my confession and I can’t help but coo inwardly at his reactions. “To be honest, I was terrified of getting used to your world, but then, I realized it’s not your world that I felt like I belonged in. It’s you. I belong with you.”“What are you saying?” Dante asks, but his expression tells me he already understands, his hands clutching mine bringing them closer to his chest.“It was the feeling I got being next to you. I felt alive, powerful… content. It terrified me. It still does. But I’ve realized not telling you scares me more.”“Again, Jean what exactly are you saying?”“I’m saying I love you, Dante.”“Since when?” he asks and I can’t help but giggle at his reaction, with his eyes wide and ey
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JeanTo my surprise, Dante bends down to line his face up to my soaked pussy, licking up my juices like he’s a starved man. Too fucked-out to do anything else, I lay there, a moaning mess, accepting everything he’s giving to me.“You taste like heaven. Come here,” he says as he brings his lips to mine. Tasting myself on his lips should feel so wrong, but somehow it makes me hot all over, ready for another round.“W-wait,” I manage to moan against his lips. “W-wanna taste you. Need to suck you off.”Scrambling to get up on my elbows, I allow Dante to undress, his thick cock springing from the confines of his tight underwear. With Dante straddling me, he takes his proud member into his hands slapping my face a few times with it.“You want this?” he teases, and I swear I salivated at the sight of him, waving his cock in front of me like bait. From this angle, laying underneath him, I could see every ripple of Dante’s muscles as he moves from the curve of his cock to his delicious abs and
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JeanTime seemed to slow down, too caught up in the now. I don’t know how much time has passed since Dante cleaned us up, we’ve been cuddling ever since. With the dirtied sheets thrown haphazardly on the floor, the both of us too lazy to change them, I lie half on top of Dante sprawled on the bare mattress. The feeling of Dante’s warm skin against mine is indescribable. We fit. That’s all there is to it. We fit perfectly together, like two pieces of the same puzzle.I could spend the rest of my days here on this bed, languidly kissing Dante with no real purpose other than to enjoy his presence. I’m sure he feels the same if the satisfied grin on his face is any indication.“We should stop,” I mumble against Dante’s lips, giving his lower lip a soft peck, earning one in return.Dante hums low, “Stop what?” he asks as he continues to plant soft kisses across my lips, cheeks, and nose.I couldn’t help the giggle that escapes from my lips as his nose rubs against mine. “This!” I answer p
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