Dante's POV
Morning came by too soon.
I didn't want to leave Aria. I didn't want to get out of bed, and I sure as hell didn't want to face whatever was going to happen.
But duty called, and I had to choose.
"A murder on Fifth Avenue and you didn't think to call me?!" My dad yelled at me the second I picked up my phone.
"We got the news in the middle of the night," I told him as I slipped out of the room.
"And what? You decided to just let it sort itself out? That was your smart-ass solution, Dante? Or is it because you were with that woman of yours that you couldn't think straight and—"
"Her name is Aria," I said through gritted teeth.
"I don't give a flying fu—" He took in a deep breath. "What the hell is your plan, Dante? Your actual plan?"
"To see how it plays out. If we had mo
