Dante
The heavy, gold-plated door of the VIP restroom swung shut, cutting off the thumping bass of the underground gala and replacing it with a suffocating silence. Inside, Dante—the undisputed shadow king of the city’s docks—had a terrified, breathless socialite pressed against the marble vanity, his mouth crashing against hers in a kiss that was less about passion and more about silencing a witness. But the heavy click of a stall door opening broke the tension. Dante froze, his dark eyes cutting to the mirror’s reflection to see a young man standing there, frozen with a paper towel in hand. For a heartbeat, the air turned to ice; the girl was forgotten, the kiss was over, and the only thing that mattered was the wide-eyed boy who had just accidentally walked into a death sentence.
About Dante
The heavy, gold-plated door of the VIP restroom swung shut, cutting off the thumping bass of the underground gala and replacing it with a suffocating silence. Inside, Dante—the undisputed shadow king of the city’s docks—had a terrified, breathless socialite pressed against the marble vanity, his mouth crashing against hers in a kiss that was les...Read more