DANTE’S POV
"Get out of the car, Gianna!" I yelled for what had to be the fifth time in the past three minutes.
"No." She grumbled and stayed put. Her seat belt was still on, her arms crossed against her chest, and a determined look on her face.
She was determined to frustrate me.
I was standing outside the car, my hand on the roof as I contemplated switching from yelling to begging. Maybe that had a better chance of making her get out.
"Dante, we don't have a lot of time. The dealer is going to be there in ten minutes. We have to be there before he arrives."
I let out a groan of frustration. "Get out of the goddamn car, Gianna!"
"Make. Me." She practically challenged me.
"When did you become such a pain in the ass?"
"I could ask you the same question," she fired back.
"Dante," L
