~ GIULIA’S POV ~
“What?” I blinked hard, still trying to catch up. “He’s a mafia prince? A Russian mafia prince?”
Dante nodded once, his expression unreadable, his eyes dark like a storm gathering at sea.
“Yes. Prince Vince Ruger, Son of Don Nikolai Ruger. These people aren’t just dangerous… they’re monstrous.”
The silence that followed felt too loud, like the world had paused to listen.
Dante leaned against the hood of the car, arms folded tightly across his chest, jaw clenched tight.
“Before Padrino died, he sent me to Russia to pick up where Vince left off after his failed mission. But those people… they don’t operate like us. They’re secretive and methodical, ruthless in ways we don’t even have words for. I couldn’t get anything useful and had to return before I got myself killed
