My whole body’s stiff as hell while Dante and I walk downstairs. Like, I swear I’m so tense I could snap in half if someone touched me too hard. I don’t even know how to process all this s**t. First Gavi, now Papa? What the actual f**k. I’m shaking, literally. Nerves shot to hell. Just as we hit the last step, Dante grabs my hand, gives it this gentle squeeze, and God…I didn't even realize how tight my shoulders were until that moment. I exhale, just a little. He gives me this silent “you got this” nod, then pulls me along.
We move down a hall and stop at this big-ass door. His men don’t even hesitate, they open the door. Dante tugs me inside, and Marco slips in behind us, shutting the door quietly.
The office is bougie as f**k. Everything’s white and clean, with this massive-ass screen
