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Chapter 8 EIGHT img
Chapter 9 NINE img
Chapter 10 TEN img
Chapter 11 ELEVEN img
Chapter 12 TWELVE img
Chapter 13 THIRTEEN img
Chapter 14 FOURTEEN img
Chapter 15 FIFTEEN img
Chapter 16 SIXTEEN img
Chapter 17 SEVENTEEN img
Chapter 18 EIGHTEEN img
Chapter 19 NINETEEN img
Chapter 20 TWENTY img
Chapter 21 TWENTY ONE img
Chapter 22 TWENTY-TWO img
Chapter 23 TWENTY THREE img
Chapter 24 TWENTY-FOUR img
Chapter 25 TWENTY-FIVE img
Chapter 26 TWENTY SIX img
Chapter 27 TWENTY SEVEN img
Chapter 28 TWENTY-EIGHT img
Chapter 29 TWENTY-NINE img
Chapter 30 THIRTY img
Chapter 31 THIRTY ONE img
Chapter 32 THIRTY-TWO img
Chapter 33 THIRTY THREE img
Chapter 34 THIRTY-FOUR img
Chapter 35 THIRTY-FIVE img
Chapter 36 THIRTY-SEVEN img
Chapter 37 THIRTY-EIGHT img
Chapter 38 THIRTY-NINE img
Chapter 39 FORTY img
Chapter 40 FORTY ONE img
Chapter 41 FORTY-TWO img
Chapter 42 FORTY-THREE img
Chapter 43 FORTY-FOUR img
Chapter 44 FORTY-FIVE img
Chapter 45 FORTY- SIX img
Chapter 46 FORTY- SEVEN img
Chapter 47 THIRTY SIX img
Chapter 48 FORTY EIGHT img
Chapter 49 FORTY NINE img
Chapter 50 FIFTY img
Chapter 51 FIFTY ONE img
Chapter 52 FIFTY TWO img
Chapter 53 FIFTY-THREE img
Chapter 54 I trust only you, Catarina. I won't allow anyone else to operate on me img
Chapter 55 The room plunged into semi-darkness img
Chapter 56 Dante, you've crossed every boundary. img
Chapter 57 Tell me, what weighs on your soul, Catarina img
Chapter 58 I could swear I heard... img
Chapter 59 Have you decided on something img
Chapter 60 Who cut off Adam's ear img
Chapter 61 What are you doing here img
Chapter 62 Do you love Adam more than you loved me img
Chapter 63 Cliché img
Chapter 64 Are you kidding me, Dante img
Chapter 65 The computer img
Chapter 66 I can't accept that, Dante. img
Chapter 67 Thought I was joking, Catarina img
Chapter 68 The impeccably white hallways img
Chapter 69 Stop it, Catarina img
Chapter 70 Dante, how did this happen img
Chapter 71 The train glided smoothly img
Chapter 72 Vince img
Chapter 73 How did you two meet img
Chapter 74 Dante and I were kissing img
Chapter 75 ADAM'S POV img
Chapter 76 It was supposed to be us img
Chapter 77 The village img
Chapter 78 secret door img
Chapter 79 Plan B img
Chapter 80 Who are you img
Chapter 81 Do you not remember me, Catarina img
Chapter 82 Limbo img
Chapter 83 Amnesia img
Chapter 84 Why do you want to know about Dante img
Chapter 85 Trust me img
Chapter 86 Russian roulette img
Chapter 87 Who are you to me img
Chapter 88 DANTE'S POV img
Chapter 89 DANTE'S POV img
Chapter 90 DANTE'S POV img
Chapter 91 DANTE'S POV img
Chapter 92 Well, things have changed img
Chapter 93 What's your name again img
Chapter 94 Good morning img
Chapter 95 Piromalli img
Chapter 96 Who is Adam Scott img
Chapter 97 I slipped back into my black nightgown img
Chapter 98 Do you not trust me img
Chapter 99 we're leaving the mansion img
Chapter 100 Why are we here, Michele img
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Chapter 4 FOUR

My breathing was heavy, and my heart pounded as I prepared for the fight with Dante. Although I tried to stay focused, the image of him in front of me, that defined abdomen and the waistband of his boxer briefs peeking out of his dress pants, was a huge distraction, to say the least. There was something about that moment, that confrontation, that made me question everything I thought I knew about him.

We began to fight, and it immediately became clear that we were both skilled in Krav Maga. It was a dangerous dance, a duel of precise strikes. Our hands moved in punches, elbows, and knees, while our legs entangled in kicks and sweeps. Every move was calculated, every attack measured.

"You're weak, Bambi," Dante taunted between punches. "A Piromalli can never be a Mancuso."

My anger grew with each taunt, but I remained focused on my technique. When Dante made a mistake, I responded with precision, showing him that I wasn't as weak as he thought.

"You don't stand a chance, Dante," I said confidently. "Not even on your best days."

We continued to fight in a dangerous and intense dance. Our labored breaths echoed in the room, and our bodies were covered in sweat. It was a physical battle, but also a battle of wills.

Dante, with his sarcastic smile, didn't miss the opportunity to mock me.

"You fight like a little girl," he jeered, dodging a punch. "It's pathetic."

My anger increased with each taunt. I responded with precise strikes, but he was agile, and our bodies moved in harmony despite the rivalry.

"You don't stand a chance, Bambi," he continued to taunt.

I caught my breath and challenged him with a determined smile. "You'll regret saying that, Dante."

Our fight continued, and the tension in the air was palpable. Each move was a dangerous dance of attack and defense. I knew I needed to prove my worth, not just as a Piromalli, but as someone deserving of respect within the family.

Then, in a swift move, I managed to trip Dante with a sweep, making him lose his balance and fall to the ground. I pinned him, standing over him with a triumphant smile on my face. My broad grin reflected the satisfaction of my momentary victory.

"You were too easy," I taunted, breathless and sweaty.

Dante, however, wasn't willing to admit defeat. He pushed me aside and quickly got on top of me, his gaze still filled with contempt.

I felt a mix of surprise and irritation with his words, and before I could react, Dante leaned in, his face inches from mine. A tension charged with electricity hung in the air, and I closed my eyes, expecting the kiss that seemed about to happen.

But then, he whispered in my ear, his voice rough and laden with irony: "You'll always be a Bambi."

He pulled away, leaving me confused and frustrated. However, before I could process what had just happened, he returned to the fight.

This time, I was determined to win. I tripped Dante again, making him fall forward. I pinned him, holding his leg and applying enough pressure to make him feel pain.

"Give up, Dante," I challenged, my voice firm.

Dante, breathless and in pain, responded stubbornly, "You won't beat me, Catarina."

The tension was palpable, and I could feel anger boiling within me as I continued to exert pressure on his leg. "You have no choice, Dante. Admit you lost."

He clenched his teeth but wouldn't yield. "I won't admit anything."

He resisted, his face contorted with effort and stubbornness. He was about to give in when an authoritative voice echoed in the room, interrupting us.

"What are you two doing?"

It was Don Salvatore, his stern gaze fixed on us.

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Don Salvatore entered the training room with firm steps and the penetrating gaze of an experienced leader. His voice echoed in the tense silence, breaking it.

"What the hell are you two doing here? Acting like savages?" He questioned firmly.

I began to explain, but before I could finish, Don Salvatore raised his hand, silencing me with authority.

"Taci!" He ordered in Italian, his voice full of authority.

The other three brothers, Massimo, Luca, and Matteo, approached and stood beside Dante and me, forming a line in front of Don Salvatore. It was a gesture of respect and submission to the father's authority.

Don Salvatore looked sternly at each of us, his gaze conveying displeasure with the situation.

"It's unacceptable for a Mancuso," Don Salvatore began, addressing Dante.

"But, Father, she..." Dante tried to explain, but Don Salvatore interrupted him with a stern look.

"You will speak when I allow it, Dante," Don Salvatore said firmly.

"She's not a true Mancuso..." Dante tried to argue, but Don Salvatore cut him off, delivering a slap to his face, and Dante stared at his father with a hardened look.

"Now, get dressed properly. We have a business meeting to attend." Salvatore ordered seriously.

Dante had no choice but to obey and left the room, leaving us with the family leader. Then Salvatore looked at me and the other three brothers, Massimo, Luca, and Matteo, and said, "The three of you, prepare for the meeting with Ndrina Crea in San Luca."

They nodded in respect and left to follow their father's orders.

"And you, Catarina..." He looked at me with a softer look.

"Yes, Don Salvatore?" I replied with respect.

"Federica!" Salvatore shouted, calling my lady-in-waiting. Federica appeared quickly, and Don Salvatore ordered. "Take Catarina to her room and help her freshen up because she has lunch scheduled with the other young ladies from the families associated with the 'Ndrangheta."

"As you wish, Don Salvatore," Federica replied, holding my arm.

"Understood, Don Salvatore," I replied, following Federica, leaving the training room behind.

As I made my way to my room to freshen up, I knew that the fight with Dante hadn't resolved anything between us. There was an unresolved tension, a strange chemistry that I couldn't ignore. And I had a feeling that things between us were far from over.

            
            

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