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Chapter 57

*REBEL SIMMONS POV*

I watched as Dante looked out the window of the car, the street lights of Paris slightly illuminating his sharp features. His tuxedo was pristine, and his hair was styled back neatly. Everything about him seemed immaculate, except for the daunting bags underneath his eyes. 

Ever since we landed in Paris yesterday, Dante has been on high alert. He doubled the amount of guards, personally checked our hotel rooms, and refused to leave my side. He even stood outside the door when I went to the bathroom. 

He spent the entire night beside me as he double checked security, monitored street cameras, and communicated with his members back in Italy. I had to practically beg him to get some rest, and even then he hid a gun under his pillow, in the nightstand, and under the bed. 

I couldn't tell what made him more nervous: the fact that our families are hiding in a safe house, Pavlovski's rumored attack tonight, or that an infamous assassin is trying to kidnap me and potentially avenge the death of her younger sister. 

My mind wandered as we drove to our destination: The Balle des Enfers.

The Balle des Enfers had only three rules:

1) No Weapons Allowed. 

2) Killing on the premises is forbidden. 

3) The Dons and Capos are required to attend. Which means that Pavlovski will be making his grand appearance. 

I looked over at Dante, and placed my hand over his, making his tense body relax for a brief moment. He looked at me as he rubbed small circles on my palm, most likely an attempt to further calm himself down. 

Granted, I forgave him for the way he treated me, however, I wasn't just going to rip off my clothes for him and jump into his arms. He had to earn my trust back, and he knew that. Since our talk, he's made steady progress in his attempt to be nicer. 

"We're almost there, sir." The driver called out from the front of the vehicle. 

"Let's go over the plan again." Dante said quickly, making Stephan sigh in annoyance. 

"Cousin, we've been over this 1,000 fucking times." Stephan said as he rolled his eyes.

"Then let's go over it 1,001 fucking times." Dante growled at him. 

Apparently, his attempts at being nice were only extended to me. 

"We're in, and we're out. We make our appearance, stay for the main course, then leave at the first opportunity." Natalia said calmly as she reached into her purse. She was wearing a light pink gown that was covered in small crystals. Her purse, was of course, a matching shade of pink. 

"If anything goes down, we have men surrounding the building. Worst case scenario, I activate this, the building goes boom, and we escape." She stated as she held out a small detonation device in her hand disguised as a compact mirror. 

"Well, let's hope it doesn't come to that. If it does, we'd declare war against the fucking world of organized crime." Stephan said as he ran his hand through his hair. 

"Stephan, make sure you guard Natalia with your life, got it?" Dante said seriously as his eyes narrowed. 

"Sir yes sir." Stephan said as he gave him a small nod. 

The car came to a steady stop in front of a large building surrounded by tall, white pillars. There was a staircase leading up to the entrance, where a handful of security guards awaited us. 

"Everything will be okay." I said softly as I looked at Dante and gave him a soft smile. He quickly leaned over towards me, and pressed his lips against my forehead. He stayed there for a moment, before pulling back and looking me in the eyes.