Chapter 6 - The Lion’s Wrath
By midnight, the Falcone estate was locked down tighter than a military bunker.
Viktor had cleared the bodies, reinforced the gates, and detained the surviving mercenary in the basement cell blocks. Within an hour of interrogation, the mercenary spilled everything: Marco Rossi’s plan, the Chicago safehouse location, and Marina Vance’s treason.
Dante stood in his study, holding a crystal glass of whiskey he hadn't touched. He wore a dark leather tactical jacket, his shoulder holster secured across his chest.
Rosa walked into the study quietly, holding a blanket around her shoulders. Sophia was fast asleep down the hall under the watchful eye of three top guards.
“Dante,” Rosa called softly.
He turned around. The cold, lethal fury in his eyes instantly softened when he saw her.
“You should be resting, Rosa,” he said gently.
“You’re leaving,” she said, staring at his holster. She took a step toward him, her full figure swaying gently, her green eyes filled with deep concern. “You’re going after the people who did this.”
“They threatened my home,” Dante said, his jaw tight. “They laid hands on you and Sophia. In my world, that is a death sentence. Marco Rossi dies tonight, and Marina will answer for what she did.”
Rosa walked right up to him. She didn't shrink away from his dark coat or his weapons. She reached out and placed her soft, warm hand directly over his heart.
Dante’s breath hitched.
“Come back to us,” Rosa whispered, looking up at him with raw, unfiltered emotion. “Don't let them drag you back into the dark forever, Dante. Fight for us, but come home.”
Dante looked down at her beautiful, soft face, her full lips, and the courage radiating from her body. He couldn't resist any longer.
He cupped her face in his large, calloused hands, leaning down, and pulled her into a deep, desperate, consuming kiss.
Rosa gasped softly against his mouth before melting into him, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck, her soft curves pressing against his hard, muscular frame. The kiss tasted like rain, danger, and a promise of a new beginning.
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When he finally pulled back, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting together.
“I will always come back to you, Rosa,” Dante swore softly. “You are my home now.”
