FRANCESCA's POV
It was too quiet and the guards around had doubled, almost like Dante was expecting some kind of trouble and this was not a vacation where we could both relax.
Dante was nowhere in sight neither was Marco and I did not recognize the men with their sullen expressions and guns.
“Dante, where is he?” I asked to no one in particular.
“You need to return to the room, per the boss’ instruction.” One of the men stopped me in my stride.
“Do you want the boss to know that you laid hands on his wife and prevented her passage on her own vacation yacht?” I threatened.
“My apologies, ma’am” The man who stopped me muttered, stepping back so I could walk past him.
I toured the yacht, marveling at how it could accommodate so many things. It was almost like an island where a person c
