Dante Ackles
The night I met Dante Ackles I understood that there were men capable of destroying everything just to feel alive. Heir to the most feared mafia empire in the city, Dante was known as the prince of the mafia: cold, violent and obsessive. Tall, with pale skin and messy black hair, he possessed a dark beauty that was difficult to ignore. His tired eyes hid something worse than rage: hunger for possession. He always dressed in black, hiding under the cloth a body marked by scars, tattoos and years of violence. Dante did not ask permission or accept rejections. Everything he considered his ended up in his hands... even if he had to destroy it to keep it. The city feared him. The women wanted it. The men avoided looking at him. And when his eyes fixed on me that night, I realized too late that he no longer belonged to me. Because Dante Ackles didn't love. He claimed.
About Dante Ackles
The night I met Dante Ackles I understood that there were men capable of destroying everything just to feel alive. Heir to the most feared mafia empire in the city, Dante was known as the prince of the mafia: cold, violent and obsessive. Tall, with pale skin and messy black hair, he possessed a dark beauty that was difficult to ignore. His tire...Read more