FRANCESCA's POV
Antonio is f*****g alive, the voice in my head continued in rapid chants.
I could hardly focus on the food in front of me and was relieved when the sham of a dinner was finally over and I could flee the ever watchful eyes of Dante on me and the knowing ones of Lorenzo who continued to speak to me throughout the meal.
Once he had even reached out under the table to place a hand on my thigh and a look had passed between us, one that had been to quick and sudden to be noticed by anyone but had been sure to me.
He was informing me of our earlier agreement and wanted me to know that the minute he discovered that Dante was aware of it then I could say goodbye to Antonio a second time.
But how? My head continued buzzing as I climbed down and slid the door of the room shut beh
