DANTEThe world has a peculiar way of surprising us. Just when I thought I was the only one terrible at protecting those I cherish, someone proved me wrong. I couldn't help but fixate on the photograph of Orlando's daughter – a truly beautiful girl, tragically lost to us through suicide. The media labeled it as such, but they never disclosed the motive behind her desperate act.Orlando did an impressive job of concealing the truth behind his daughter's suicide, yet rumors persisted and spread through the streets. Whispers suggested that one of his associates had violated her. I'm perplexed as to how he managed the situation so covertly and still stayed hidden. Even though he's mourning the loss of his daughter, it won't dissuade me from seeking vengeance, from chopping his body parts bit by bit. The only thing that will save him is if he had no hand in Anna's death.As I continued to stare at the pictures, a knock interrupted my thoughts. I invited the person in, and Tom entered the
DANTEThe name Lisa Cameron echoed in my mind, but it seemed that Lisa Davenport was the same person. Confusion and anger brewed within me as I contemplated who the hell she had met up with in my own house last night. The steering wheel felt tight beneath my clenched knuckles, a physical manifestation of my inner turmoil. It was unfathomable that someone could deceive me in such a manner, and the realization didn't sit well with me at all.As the car continued down the road, my focus was divided between the swirling thoughts in my head and the task of maintaining control on the wheel. How I managed to navigate the streets without colliding with another vehicle remained a mystery, considering the turmoil that churned within me.In the midst of my mental chaos, Matteo's voice broke through the haze, jolting me back to the present moment. However, his words were lost on me, unable to penetrate the fog of my troubled mind. I turned to face him, my eyes searching for an explanation. "What
DANTE Surprised and angered by the audacity of someone hacking into an account connected to me, I demanded, "Have you identified the hacker?"Tom replied hesitantly, "The transaction was executed seamlessly."My frustration grew. "No one besides Anna and me has access to her account details. So if I didn't initiate the transaction, who did?"Tom's response was straightforward, "The only person who holds the answer to that question is Nathan Miverton."Running my finger over my lips, I contemplated the situation. "I'll investigate further. In the meantime, I want you to dig into Clifford Cameron."Curious, Tom inquired, "May I ask who he is?""He's the individual who prompted Lisa to seek a new gynecologist. Lisa happens to be married to him," I revealed. Turning to Matteo, I added, "I need Miverton's home address.""Yes, boss," they both acknowledged in unison before promptly leaving my office.I rose from my seat and poured myself a glass of Scotch, needing some respite as I contemp
ANNAEver since I informed Xavier about our plan to head to Palo Alto and meet with Mr. Rex Peterson, my father's lawyer, instead of languishing in a run-down motel, he hasn't uttered more than ten words to me. Xavier's silence has been deafening, and it adds to the mounting tension I feel.It's been three long days since Xavier started working on our passports, and today, we should finally have them in our hands. With any luck, we'll be en route to Palo Alto, California by tomorrow. However, there's something that has been eating away at me—Xavier's refusal to provide any updates on Nat. I'm left in the dark, unsure if Nat is alive or dead. Whenever I try to broach the subject, Xavier brushes me off, assuring me that he has everything under control and that I should concentrate on the immediate situation at hand.As I sat lost in my thoughts, the sudden sound of the front door opening jolted me back to reality. I turned my gaze towards Xavier, his handsome presence commanding attenti
ANNAInitially, I had the impulse to pull away, but upon further reflection, I chose to surrender to the moment. Screw Dante and his hold on my thoughts. Goodness, did I really just think of Dante while engaged in a kiss with another man? If I decide to pursue someone else, I shouldn't harbor an ounce of guilt, considering that despicable individual abandoned me to suffer at the hands of Orlando, all the while frolicking around with that superficial bimbo. In that instant, I sensed a void, and it was then that I noticed Xavier had ceased our kiss, his gaze fixed upon me."Are you thinking of him?" he inquired, his words tinged with a mix of curiosity and concern.Goodness, is this what it feels like to experience both guilt and shame simultaneously? "I apologize, Xavier, but trust me, thoughts of intimate moments with him didn't cross my mind."He offered me a feeble smile, his eyes filled with understanding. "It doesn't necessarily matter what specific thoughts are running through yo
DANTEwas married to Clifford, I made a strategic decision to withhold this information from her for the time being. Instead, I devised a plan to accomplish two crucial objectives simultaneously. Firstly, I aimed to exploit Lisa's presence in my house to uncover the identity of the other mole who had infiltrated my domain. Secondly, I intended to utilize her unsuspecting involvement to permanently eliminate Officer Clifford, who had become a thorn in my side, both personally and professionally.Executing this intricate plan required establishing a close bond with Lisa. It was imperative to gain her trust and proximity. As a result, I found myself seated across from her at a beautifully set dinner table, engrossed in an evening of captivating conversation.While engrossed in our discussion, the distinctive sound of a notification chimed on my phone, grabbing my attention. Curiosity piqued, I swiftly tapped on the message icon, revealing a text from Tom. He informed me that the listenin
DANTEI quickly powered on my laptop, eager to see the results. Within a few minutes, the camera footage appeared on the screen, revealing Lisa making her way down to my room. "It's connected, Tom. Hurry up and get your ass over here," I urged, a sense of urgency in my voice.I turned towards Matteo, my eyes fixed on him. "You'll be analyzing this video all night," I stated matter-of-factly.He rubbed his hands together, a determined look in his eyes as he stood up to retrieve the laptop. "That's not a problem. After all, I can't exactly whine about it again, can I?"Choosing to overlook Matteo's sarcastic remark, I redirected my attention to the task at hand. Immersed in reviewing some shipment files, I was interrupted by Tom's entrance into the room. He greeted me with a small bow before acknowledging Matteo, who had carelessly sprawled himself onto the other couch.Just as Tom entered, Lisa's phone began to ring. The sudden sound caught our attention, and her first statement caused
DANTEGenevieve and Xavier coach? Why is the list getting fucking long?I glanced at my luxurious Rolex watch, feeling the weight of impatience settling in. Despite only sitting here for a mere two minutes, it felt as though time was dragging on like an eternity. Frustration etched its way across my face as I turned to Tom, my trusted ally in the world of hacking."How much longer do you need to crack their damn system?" I asked, my voice tinged with annoyance."Just a little more time, boss," Tom replied, his fingers dancing across the keyboard with practiced precision.Ever since Nat had provided us with the names of our targets and the hotel they were staying at, Tom had been tirelessly working to breach their digital defenses. We needed to obtain their room number to execute our plan flawlessly."Boss, I've managed to uncover some information," Tom finally spoke up, breaking the tension in the air. "I found a couple named Desmond and Genevieve Bills, but there's no trace of anyone