Chapter 15 - The SafehouseBy 3:00 AM, the rescue mission was complete.
Arthur Vance was safely resting in the medical bay of Dante’s downtown penthouse, attended by a private physician.
Elena sat in Dante’s private study, holding a warm cup of black coffee between her trembling hands. The adrenaline was finally wearing off, leaving a deep, exhausting ache in her bones.
The door opened, and Dante walked in, shrugging off his blood-spattered tactical vest.
"Your father is going to be fine," Dante said softly, pouring himself a finger of scotch. "He's exhausted, but there's no permanent damage."
Elena looked up, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Thank you, Dante. I know you didn't have to risk your entire syndicate for my family."
Dante walked over, leaning against the desk in front of her. He reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face—a tender gesture that felt entirely out of place for a ruthless mafia boss.
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"I didn't do it just for your family, Elena," Dante murmured, his grey eyes searching hers. "I did it for you."
Elena’s breath hitched. The tension in the room shifted, turning from the smoke of battle into an electric, undeniable intimacy.
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