FRANCESCA's POV
I should not be pissed that he had something, a past while I was stuck being daddy’s girl and working on finances.
Taking me to the car race had been very thoughtful knowing fully well that we might be in danger and being in a public space was not very advisable.
I leaned backwards, folding my arms across my chest whilst watching the cars zoom by, not really paying attention like I had been when we first arrived.
The man in the dungeons knew and he was going to tell.
I could either deny it which was the only plausible option or I could tell the truth and get myself killed; either ways, I was f****d.
“Are you okay? You are not enjoying the game anymore… do you want to leave?” Dante murmured into my ears.
He had one arm draped across my chair and the other steady on hi
