EMILY'S POV
"Vito!" I called out, exhaling loudly as he drove further away from the Russo mansion.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you sound happy to see me, Signora."
The moment he said that, a small frown made its way to my face. I only just realized that I truly felt relieved to see him. It wasn't supposed to be so, but I guess my subconscious already understood that it was better to be captured by Dante, than Marco.
At least, Dante wouldn't force me to marry him. Neither did he kill Felipe.
"It's been taken care of, Don." Vito said, his phone pressed against his ear. "We are on our way to you."
I guess we were returning to the Ferrari mansion then. I could only pray that the Russos didn't come back for me, since this was beginning to look like a sick battle of abductions
