Dante
I think I’m losing my f*****g mind.
I just agreed to let Gabriella come with me on a dangerous op. A dangerous op. What the hell is wrong with me? This is a terrible f*****g idea. But could I say no to her? Of course not. Maybe it's guilt from punishing her yesterday. Maybe it’s because I’m a f*****g i***t.
I don’t like this. At all.
I’m not supposed to pity her. I’m supposed to use her to get what I f*****g want.
Her soft voice snaps me out of my thoughts. “I’m done.”
And f**k me…she’s standing right in front of me, looking so goddamn beautiful it’s actually painful.
That dress.
It’s nothing crazy, just a long, elegant gown. Simple. Classy. But her curves in that thing? f*****g hell. My c**k twitches instantly, remembering last night. Remembering how close I was to f*****g h
