Aria’s POV
Marco and I were seated in the dining room having lunch when one of the staff members came to inform him that he had a guest waiting for him. He looked displeased by the information but still got up to check what was going on.
I knew something was wrong the minute I heard yelling.
I dropped my fork on the table and got up to see what was happening.
In the middle of the living room stood Marco and a man with bruises all over his body and a bandage on his arm.
“You’re telling me that Caruso did this to you? That he stole the goods from your vehicle?” Marco asked him, and my breath hitched.
Why would Dante do that to one of Marco’s men, knowing the implications?
Was this part of his smart plan to get me out of this situation?
“He… he didn’t steal it,” the man stuttered.
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