DANTE's POV
My father was many things but he would not dare make a move except with my express permission and I only prayed that Francesca was wrong. It was either that or he was making moves due to the words we exchanged last night which was very unlike him; he wasn’t a man to be moved or played my his emotions.
I flipped the door open, observing my father at the head of the table with Lorenzo and his daughter, Cassandra.
I slowed my stride as I approached them, waiting for one of them to enlighten me about the sudden call for a meeting without my presence.
”Dante, it is good that you are here because I was just about summoning you. Lorenzo has come to us with a proposition and I honestly think you should hear it” My father announced.
I dropped to a seat, reclining and crossing my le
