DANTE's POV
I flicked the hair from her face, watching her sigh and burrow further into my arms. It was a pleasure watching her sleep, her countenance showing that she was having the most beautiful dream and her upturned lips that I had so desperately ravaged well into the night tipping at the corner into a smile.
Fuck Santos, I thought vehemently.
It was infuriating how much I still had my mind on what the f*****g cunt had said about Francesca and Marco’s talks about her being on a call with someone.
My eyes trailed to the phone on the bedside table and I moved slightly to avoid waking her up, picking it up and deciding to go through it.
I knew there was nothing she had to hide and this was only to assuage Marco’s fears and not even mine.
There was nothing on the phone to suggest t
