I Deleted You Traitor Even My Blade Forgot Your Name novel Chapter 6

Watching Dante crumble, Sienna had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from grinning.

hat bitch was finally out of the picture.

Now this man–the Boss’s right hand, the guy destined to run the whole damn organization–he was all hers.

ince she locked down that ring, every asshole who’d ever treated her like trash would be licking her boots.

ut the victory high crashed fast.

osing Vesper didn’t make Dante turn to her. It broke him.

le went from razor–sharp to barely functional. Started making mistakes.

outine hit went sideways when he zoned out mid–job. Target got a shot off before dying. Nearly took Dante’s head off.

he Boss pulled him off rotation. Told him not to come back until he got his shit together.

hat’s when the bottles started showing up.

op–shelf liquor everywhere. Living room looked like a liquor store exploded. Whole place smelled like a dive bar on Sunday morning.

e stopped shaving. Stopped changing clothes. Let Sienna’s home–cooked meals go cold on the counter while he drank himself blind.

ne night he puked all over the floor. Right in front of her.

ienna swallowed the bile in her throat and cleaned it up–held her breath, scrubbed on her hands and knees, played the perfect little housewife.

igured he’d notice. Show some gratitude.

ut he barely registered she existed.

Then he passed out drunk, sprawled on the couch like roadkill, he’d mumble the same shit every time.

Vesper… baby, come back… I’m sorry…”

very syllable felt like a slap.

he’d sacrificed everything. Hurt herself to set Vesper up. Played her role flawlessly.

and she was still coming in second to a woman who wasn’t even here.

age ate at her like battery acid.

he made some calls. Had her contacts plant a story–somebody claimed they’d seen Vesper’s corpse dumped in some third world hellhole. Even gut hebt of a lestroyed leather wallet that could’ve been hers.

When Dante saw that wallet, he completely shattered

Locked himself in the apartment for seven straight days. Wouldn’t open the door. Wouldn’t take calls

Sienna knew the moment had come.

she made a special pot of soup. Called it a hangover cure Crushed up something that would make him compliant suggestible.

She walked into that dark, booze reeking room and found him collapsed on the couch. Looked half–dead already

Something cold and vicious stirred in her chest.

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Chapter 6

After tonight, he wouldn’t have a choice. Guy like him–old school, honor bound–he’d have to marry her once they slept together.

Get the body first. The heart would come later.

“Dante. I made you something. You need to eat.”

She propped him up. He was too wasted to fight it.

He drank the whole bowl without a word.

sienna watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. Set the empty bowl aside. Her fingers trembled with anticipation.

The drugs would hit any minute now.

his time, he wasn’t getting away.

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