L'Angelo della Morte | A Mafia Romance

♛23 ⥄ ❝ Desiderio ❞

Double post?
Yes.
I hope you enjoy this one!

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I get chills every time that you almost touch  me

~ Maisy Kay

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"Beckett, stop turning your back on me," Dante groaned, his arm locked around my neck in a firm hold. I did however appreciate that he wasn't squeezing the life out of me. "Never turn your back on the enemy; I would've thought you learned that from my tussle with Romeo."

I gritted my teeth, my fingertips digging into his skin in a feeble attempt at wringing his arm away.

"Alright," his hand pressed slightly on the back of my head, keeping my throat flush with his toned forearm. "Show me how you'd escape."

I locked my hands around his arm, yanking with all my might, but Dante's grip only tightened and he chuckled deeply.

His arm released me and my feet were finally planted firmly on the ground again. I rubbed my neck and turned to look at him.

Dante was shirtless, a thin layer of sweat coating his very well-trained torso. His sun-kissed caramel skin glistened in the sunlight and his jet-black hair was tousled.

He waved Colby closer. "Come on, princess," he smirked. "Choke me out."

The devastated look on Colby's face forced a giggle from me. "I don't want to die," he whined but obliged the command.

As fast as Colby had wrapped his arm around Rizzo's throat, Dante elbowed him in the gut, loosening Colby's grip enough for Dante to wring his arm away and twist, forcing the younger man to double over with an agonized whimper.

"When it's life or death," Dante glanced at me over Colby's back, his grip still iron. "All is fair." He released the younger assassin and stepped toward me. "Go for the liver," his fingertip grazed my abdomen. "Or the groin. If they're an amateur and their hand is not on the back of your head, go for the nose."

I gulped and nodded, my eyes drifting to Colby who was holding his side protectively and glaring daggers at Rizzo.

"You're small. Fast," he grabbed my chin and tilted my head to look at him. "Go on the offense if you can; don't underestimate the power of a single successful blow to the throat."

I bit the inside of my cheek to suffocate the grin fighting to tug at my lips. Slowly, I nodded. Then I struck.

My knuckles grazed his collarbone as he deflected my punch with ease and twisted my arm to my back. I whimpered, but Dante would have none of it and eased me down on my stomach in the damp grass.

"I'm curious," he chuckled, his breath fanning the back of my neck. "If you'd landed that, what would've been your next step?"

I snorted. "Run?"

His grip lessened and his laugh sounded sincere. "I thought so."

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I gulped down the icy water before I'd even fully closed the fridge. I bumped it with my hip and twisted the cap back on, making my way to the foyer.

I'd stepped one foot on the stairs when the front door swung open behind me.

"Carly."

I turned around, my eyes falling on Vittorio's brother and part of me wished to be anywhere but there. Vittorio had explained everything to me, and while I no longer blamed Romeo for my only friend's death, I was still upset. He should've told me.