𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞

55|| Kill Shot

Dante // March 13
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Things have been good. Really good.

For two weeks straight my entire living routine had been deconstructed in the best way possible, because everything I normally did alone, Celeste was now doing with me.

Preparing boring but important meetings, restationing my men through the city to prepare for a possible upcoming war and going off the list of people we suspect to may be the second party that was invested in the remaking of the poison that killed my father and Vittoria.

We work well together.

Especially in the bedroom.

I've never felt more relaxed in my life. My body isn't stiff with agitating tension anymore and my mind feels lighter, better.

She's still not able to sleep in the same room as me, but she'd insisted on trying one night. I'd woken up in the morning just to find her staring at me with an adorable smile and tired eyes.

Turns out that's what she'd been doing that entire night.

From that moment on I decided to just bring her back to her room every night, because I didn't want her to stay awake out of fear of being attacked in a vulnerable state.

She'd refused at first, telling me that she didn't want to be a burden or hurt my feelings and some other talk about how she liked looking at me way more than she liked sleep.

And even though I fucking love it when she says things like that, I still don't want her to stay up for hours on end.

So I told her she's welcome to sleep in my bed any time, but until she's able to she'd have to let me bring her back to her own room.

She didn't agree with this at first, but eventually gave in when I edged her five times in a row.

That had been the closest we'd gotten to an argument in fourteen days.

And now that I'm thinking about it, that's quite an accomplishment considering the tense circumstances we're under.

Whoever left those photos and messages in Celeste's room hadn't made another move since the last incident.

Celeste seemed to suspect that Josette had been the one behind all of it, but a fragile little bitch like her could never break into my house. Despite that fact, I knew the truth.

Because the truth had been sitting in my inbox for fourteen days as well.

Celia Monet did not die seven years ago.

She changed her name a couple times and the most scandalous things about her are her debts, countless ballet audition rejections and a court case on one of her names from when an ex-boyfriend sued her for hitting him with a guitar.

After that she disappeared from the map for a while, and I can only assume that's when she started chasing after Celeste again.

Josette and Tobias now both know Celeste is alive and needless to say that it all blew up in Lester's face. He spend the past weeks trying to mend grounds with his most important business partners while I'm picking his mafia apart, piece by piece.

Soon I'll drive his Irish ass out of my city, maybe even the country.

And that thought, well, it was a comforting one.

Everything is going to plan, the only thing that needs to be taken care of is Celia and then everything will be just how it's supposed to be.

And that's why I'm now here in a small flat in one of Chicago's cheapest neighborhoods. There's rust on the door, cockroaches creeping around and a dirty doormat in front of the door.