Chapter 110
Dante Castelli.
His voice cut through the silence like a blade, freezing something Inside me.
I kept walking.
“Please, wait!”
I let out a long sigh, defeated by exhaustion, and stopped.
I turned slowly.
Our eyes met.
He looked lost.
Like he was searching for a way to start but couldn’t find the ground beneath his feet.
“What is it?” I asked firmly. My voice is dry and direct, leaving no space for pretenses.
His throat worked as he swallowed hard.
“I want to apologize,” he said, his voice breaking. “I… I know I was wrong. Wrong to doubt you. When all you’ve ever done was be honest.”
I looked away for a moment, staring at the ceiling like it could give me strength.
I ran a hand through my loose hair, trying to keep control.
The exhaustion was physical, but what really weighed me down was buried far deeper.
“I told you I loved you, Elijah.”
The words came out low, heavy, and drenched in pain.
“I was real. I opened a part of myself no one’s ever seen. And in the end, you chose to believe Predator.”
His eyes dropped.
Shame poured from every inch of him.
His hands twisted together, restless, uncertain.
“I know… I let insecurity and fear speak louder. I was an idiot. But please, Dante… forgive me. I’m sorry. Really.”
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His eyes burned with intensity.
There were no tears, but the pain was obvious.
Raw.
Alive.
1 almost pulled him to me.
Almost held him.
But I took a step back.
“You hurt me, Elijah.”
The sentence cut clean.
No raised voice.
No cracked tone.
Just sharp enough to slice through.
“And now… I need time. I need to breathe. Think.”
His lips trembled, nearly giving in to tears.
I turned my back.
Every step away felt like ripping my chest open from the inside.
Leaving hurt like tearing myself apart.
But it was necessary.
Because if I stayed there, if I looked at that face begging for forgiveness for one more second… I’d give in.
I’d hold him.
Kiss him.
And he needed to understand.
That I felt this too.
It took me long enough to believe it was possible.
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But I learned to love that boy.
And realizing that the man I gave my heart to… didn’t trust me…
That hurts more than any physical wound.
It fucking hurts.
I chose the farthest cell.
One of those forgotten, empty ones in the back of the block.
No name on the door.
No presence.
That’s what I needed.
A space where I could exist for a few minutes without carrying the weight of what I felt.
I went inside, slammed the gate shut, and leaned against the wall.
The air was stale, the scent of mold thick in the stone.
But I didn’t care.
At least it didn’t smell like familiar skin.
I sat on the thin mattress, legs stretched out, body hunched over, and arms resting on my knees.
And the silence…
The silence tore through me worse than any knife could.
I dragged my hands over my face, trying to control my breathing. But it was erratic, disjointed, like something inside me was squeezing tight.
I closed my eyes.
His face was still there.
That trembling voice.
Those burning eyes.
That plea.
“Please, Dante…”
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4 felt my teeth clench.
The anger returned.
But not at him.
At the bastards who poisoned his mind.
Anger at myself for not taking that fucker out before he caused all this.
I don’t hate Elijah… I’m just hurt.
Hurt that he didn’t trust me.
Who would’ve thought… Me, Dante Castelli, a cartel leader, feeling like this… wounded because the one man I love didn’t believe in me.
Pathetic.
I know maybe I shouldn’t be this upset.
I’ve done things to him he might never forgive.
Manipulated.
Controlled.
And… there’s more.
Something that, when he finds out, will probably drive him insane.
But even so, part of me expected him to believe me.
To see me as more than my reputation.
I get his insecurity.
Elijah’s only had one relationship before–and it was a complete disaster.
That bitch destroyed him.
I get why he feels small next to me, surrounded by years of experience and a history drenched in violence and control.
But I wanted… just for a second… for him to trust me.
I love that boy more than anything.
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More than anything in this fucking world.
I’d kill and die for him.
And even after everything I’ve done… even carrying my own sins… it still hurts to know he doesn’t trust
- me.
That, my love, isn’t enough.
How can we move forward if he doubts me at the first stumble?
That’s what’s breaking something inside me..
Something no rage, no blood, no silence can fix.
I let out a heavy sigh and lay down on the thin mattress, throwing my arm over my eyes, trying to block out the faint light filtering into the cell.
I’m such a hypocrite.
I shouldn’t even be this sad.
F**k.
I’ll try to talk to him.
Not now.
Later.
When my head stops spinning.
And honestly… it feels good to see him chasing after me.
To see he’s afraid of losing me. That he regrets it.
It shows me he really loves me.
I’ve gone soft.
I never let anyone into my heart.
Almost married once–not for love, but for an heir.
That woman… worthless.
She even had the audacity to cheat on me.
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I killed her without blinking, withot guilt.
I’ve never let anyone control my emotions.
I never lost my mind over anyone.
But Elijah did it.
And I don’t want to lose him.
Tomorrow, as soon as I wake up, I’ll get ready.
Because I know I won’t wake up until tomorrow.
My body’s drained, still carrying the aftereffects of drugs and booze.
I’m exhausted but determined.
As soon as I open my eyes, I’ll get up with a single goal: talk to him.
I’ll tell him about my past, my story, who I really am, and everything I’ve hidden.
I want him to truly know me.
Because he’s the first person I’ve ever opened myself up to.
And he’s going to know that.
He’s going to know everything.
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