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Dante I stare at El for a long moment, just watching her chest rise and fall under the blanket. As soon as she wakes up, I’m going to need to hop on aftercare. She’s been remarkably resilient to the power dynamics so far, but I won’t risk anything happening to her out of my laziness. I grab my phone and head upstairs, still naked, deciding to run a bath and then wake her. She picked the biggest room. Rebellious. I know she doesn’t care. Still, I head into the oversized bathroom and turn on the tub. As the water pounds against the surface, my thoughts drift. Tony isn’t taking Seb to their nonna’s, though I’m sure he’d love it if he was. No, Tony got a lead on some guys connected to the ones who jumped us, and I decided—for some f*****g reason—that he should take Seb, and I should come up