Dante’s POV
My fists clenched the moment I saw her step out of that car again.
This was the second damn time.
It wasn’t just any car. It was a man’s car. A black SUV with tinted windows, quiet engine, smooth tires… And inside it sat a man I didn’t recognize—yet. But the way he looked at Autumn before she shut the door? Calm and confident. Like he knew her before.
I was already at the gate when she turned and saw me. Her eyes widened for a second, then quickly returned to that calm, guarded look she always used when she didn’t want me to see what she was really thinking.
I hated that look.
“Where were you?” I asked, trying to keep my voice from sounding as sharp as I felt.
“I was out with my friend Gina. Her brother brought me home.” she reluctantly replied me.
I felt like she was
