FRANCESCA's POV
I drove like my life depended on it because it did and with each kilometer I covered, I prayed that he was still alive by the time I locate the house.
It was dark and it looked like it was about to rain… the skies was not as blue as when I had awoken that morning instead it had menacing clouds in the sky threatening to let out a downpour.
I pushed against a passed out Dante who grunted, showing he was still alive and there was nothing for me to worry about.
Cassandra… that f*****g b***h, I thought to myself.
I wondered how I could have allowed her draw me into whatever this was and Lorenzo? Why was he trying to kill Dante when he already assigned me to that particular arduous task. It was obvious there was something going on here that I wasn’t privy to…something wasn’t
