Dante’s POV
"What do you mean she refused to come with you?" my dad questioned.
I was seated in his office, a cigar in my hand as I narrated the ordeal of the previous day.
"Marco has her dad. He was going to use him as leverage, and she didn’t want that."
"You could have gotten her dad then," he countered, looking at me like I was stupid.
"I didn’t know where they took him. We were in a rush, and she wasn’t willing to calm down and trust that I would sort it out."
"So you just left her there?" he asked, perplexed.
"I wasn’t going to force her into the car with me. That would be k********g—"
"The woman carrying your child decided to stay in the house of the man you were about to go to war with, and instead of putting your foot down, you decided to navigate it with a moral compass?"
