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Intro. The rain fell in soft sheets over Milan, blurring the lights outside the Bellini estate as if the world itself dared not see what happened behind its iron gates. Dante Bellini stood at the towering window, watching as the black car pulled to a slow stop beneath the marble arch. His jaw tightened as the driver opened the door and she stepped out, her slim frame wrapped in a blood-red coat that clung to her like silk. She didn’t know it yet, but tonight, she was no longer free.

Dante

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