In Too Deep

Dante

I hadn't planned on staying.

But the second I spotted her sitting there — motionless, quiet, eyes sunken in a way I'd never seen — I knew I wasn't going anywhere.

Vittoria D'Amore wasn't someone you pitied. She was someone you feared, respected, maybe even admired. But tonight?

She looked like something had settled on her chest, something she couldn't dislodge no matter how she fought.

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