From Mob Princess to Mugshot Photographer novel Chapter 30

**Chapter 3**

He stared at me as if I had completely lost my grip on reality.

“Vesper. Since when did you start indulging in this melodramatic nonsense?”

His words cut through the air like a knife, sharp and unyielding.

“You’re acting like a child. I’m not going to keep playing this game.”

As he spoke, I felt my gaze drop to the floor, a heavy weight settling in my chest. A bitter smile, one that tasted of despair and resentment, crept onto my lips.

Do you honestly believe you’re my only lifeline, Dante?

The silence between us grew thick, and I could sense a fracture forming within him.

“Get your act together. Sienna’s burning up with fever. Someone needs to be there for her.”

With that, he slammed the door behind him so forcefully that the entire frame shuddered in protest.

The following morning, I awoke with my eyes fixed on the knife resting on the nightstand.

The morning light caught the delicate engraving, and I read the initials: D.C & S.G.

S.G.

Sienna Graves.

This knife wasn’t mine.

I pulled open the hidden drawer, my heart racing. My own blade was still there, the initials D.C & V.K glaring back at me.

There it was—the one object we had vowed represented life and death. He had even made a copy for her.

Without a second thought, I called security and instructed them to wipe every access code to the safehouse.

Then I packed my bag, my heart pounding in my chest, and checked into a rundown capsule hotel downtown that only accepted cash.

The place was teeming with strangers, loud and chaotic. I felt the grime of the environment seep into my skin, and I had to remain vigilant, watching my back every single second.

But in that mess, I finally felt a sense of relief wash over me.

**Chapter 3**

A day later, Dante sent a message through the usual channels. An emergency summons. I was to report to the medical wing.

I didn’t want to go. But with my finances still in transition, I knew I couldn’t afford to stir the pot.

So, I reluctantly made my way there.

As I stepped into the medical wing, Dante emerged like a storm cloud, his presence electric with fury.

He seized me by the collar and slammed me against the wall, his forearm pressing against my throat, cutting off my breath. His eyes burned with a primal rage that made my heart race.

“Start talking. What did you do to Sienna?”

His voice trembled with pure anger. “You know what she’s been through. She’s carrying serious trauma. And you’re going to mess with her mind because you can’t handle your own feelings?”

“It wasn’t me.” I struggled against his grip, my voice strained. “I haven’t been here for two days.”

Lana and the others emerged from the shadows, their expressions cold and judgmental.

Nobody intervened. They simply stood there, watching with eyes as frigid as ice.

“Vesper. Stop pretending.” Lana’s voice was flat, devoid of warmth. “Who else could slip past every camera in this building, sneak into her room at night, and scare her without Dante even knowing? Only you.”

Just then, Sienna’s cries echoed from inside the room, piercing through the tension.

I shoved Dante back with all my strength and stepped into the room.

Sienna was curled up in the corner of the bed, her body trembling.

“Look at me. Was it me last night?” I pleaded, my voice soft yet firm.

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