Page 114 of The Dark Obsession

His eyes, filled with an emptiness similar to my own despite his cock getting sucked, rise to meet my gaze. The whore at his feet working hard to dislocate her jaw, unperturbed by my presence.

“Out!” Dante barks and the girl instantly scrambles to her feet and out of the room, keeping as much distance between herself and me as humanly possible.

Stumbling out the door, she doesn’t bother fixing her clothes since one of her boobs is still hanging out the top of her skintight mini dress.

I raise an eyebrow.

Dante never brings the whores home with him. Or anyone for that matter.

He’s a meticulously consistent bastard.

Also, it’s always ones with dark, mahogany hair. Every single one of them. Yet he never fucks one twice.

At least that’s what rumors suggest since I'm not around much anymore with being perceived dead and all of that.

My half-brothers even procured a body that was mutilated enough it could have easily been me.

All to set me free from this life. Letting the throne pass to Dante without anyone questioning his claim.

Rafe keeps me informed though. Not that I give a fuck about my brother’s sex life, or the lack there of from the looks of it. But our younger brother tends to be more invested in this bullshit than actual business.

“The fuck are you doing here. Someone could have recognized you!” One thing I like about Dante is that he’s a straight to the point kind of guy.

What you see is what you get with him, none of the emotional shit that would be wasted on me all the same.

“Then they’d be dead.” I make myself comfortable in the seat opposite him. “I finished up with Rafe and decided to drop by. Long time no see.”

“Right, if it wasn't on your way you wouldn’t have bothered.” His voice is cold, completely unaffected.

Only a few people would be able to distinguish the nuances in his undertone, reserved for his closest circle.

“You know me too well, brother.” I counter with a wink to piss him off.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of you barging in on me getting my dick sucked.”

“You should be thanking me. It looked like you've forgotten she was down there.”

Grumbling something under his breath that sounds a lot likefucking smartass,Dante fixes me with one of his signature glares.

“Did you dispose of the body?” All familiarity vanishes, leaving only the Capo of the Camorra before me.

“Each body part has been sent to a different underboss. The head to the Pakhan, the cock to John himself.”

“At this point, war is inevitable.” There’s a lethal edge to his dark gaze.

No one knows how to wage and win a wars better than my half-brother.

No one knows how to fight more ruthlessly and without merci better than the Capo.

“They haven't acted directly against us. I doubt they even know how deeply we're involved in this.” That may be true, yet it changes nothing.

“Not a soul knows who Malory truly is to us. To them, John has no real ties to the Camorra or they wouldn’t have dared crossing us on our own turf.”

I seriously doubt that Malory’s father has mentioned his transgressions against us to the Russians, our shared past.

Or the old Pakhan wouldn’t have been so easily swayed to have his men acting as mere foot soldiers in his search for my baby girl.

“If they haven't known before, they will soon.”

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