I stare at Dante like he’s grown two heads. “I don’t get it… what do you mean Gavi is here? Like, how?” My voice comes out confused as hell because seriously, where the f**k did that come from?
Dante lets out this long ass dramatic sigh and frowns like he's got a migraine. “I want you to stay here. I’ll be back,” he says, already turning to leave like I’m gonna just sit here and wait like a good little wife.
Hell no.
I grab his arm before he takes another step. “I wanna come too,” I say, and yeah, my voice is all rough and scratchy but I mean every damn word. “I wanna see what the hell he’s got to say.”
He pauses, silent for a beat like he’s weighing the pros and cons of dragging his chaos-loving wife into more drama. Then he gives me a small nod. “Fine.”
I don’t waste a second. I bol
