Dante’s POV
“You can’t just go in there and expect Marco not to be prepared. If he has gone this far in keeping Aria away from you, what lengths do you think he won’t go to?” Luca asked as we sat in my study.
I wasn’t listening. I was too busy staring at the plans spread across my table. I had cleared everything off to lay out the building’s layout—marking all the exits, mapping the entire area, identifying possible security cameras and checkpoints—trying to find the easiest access point that wouldn’t get me or Aria killed.
It was harder than it looked. And it was even harder when the man who was supposed to be backing me up—helping me think through the best route—was too busy telling me how this was a bad idea.
“Dante, are you even listening to me?” Luca snapped.
I looked up. “No,” I
