ssi

the crushing impact, my hands instinctively f

mpact nev

h terrifying speed. I crashed into a wall of solid, burning muscle. Dante. His fami

ust move; h

ianca's throat. With a guttural snarl, he lifted her entirely off her feet and sla

icking at the empty air as her face rapidly turned a mottled purple. Dante's pitch-black

at the pathetic creature dangling from my husband's

id, my voice echoing in the deadly silence. "Y

reedily for air. Realizing the sheer magnitude of her mistake, she crawled toward Dan

cident! She insulted me firs

were met with a lethal, unblinking glare, Bianca's eyes fluttered shut, and she sl

er. Leo Falcone, having rushed do

dered, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "I'll d

he corridor like a sack of garbage. Dante turned to me. The murderous rage in his e

tress and raised a trembling hand, stopping him from coming any closer. His jaw clenched, but

door clicked shut, th

death experience tore down the mental walls I had built. Memories I had suppresse

ed out, losing my baby after Dante had ruthlessly banished me. But

me out of cruelty. H

ars later. Dante, completely consumed by the poison's madness, had attacked Salvatore, The Patri

e mad Don. I saw the phantom image of Isabella Moretti, Dante's adoptive mother, placing the D

e on the corpses of my hus

e traitor. He was

by a fierce, bleeding ache in my chest. He was fighting a war

replaced by a cold, calculating fury. I couldn't just wait for the poison to take h