Dante's POV
"Clearly, you are high on something," Luca said when we got into our getaway car and drove away.
"You know I hate Marco anyways."
"But to the point of buying a car in twenty minutes just so you can smash it into his gate — what was that about? And what's going on between you and his fiancée?"
"Aria," I said, my tone clipped.
"What?" he asked, confused.
"Her name is Aria. Stop referring to her the same way Salvatore and Paolo do. Like she's his property."
Luca sighed. "You know I'm always on your side, man, but you should know that that's just how it is in our world. The men do the tough work, marry beautiful women like it's a competition, and make a show of them. It's been going on for ages."
"It doesn't have to keep going on," I muttered as we got closer to the house.
