“Andre.” Dante calls.
“Sir.”
“Take my wife home. And this time, if she so much as loses a single strand of hair…” He lets the warning hang, but the threat is f*****g clear.
Andre stiffens. “Yes, sir.”
Dante turns to me, his voice softer. “You’ll be safe. Just trust Andre.”
Wait. He’s not coming with us?
Panic flares in my chest. “You’re not coming?” My voice is higher than I’d like, and I don’t even know why the thought makes me feel like this.
Dante’s lips twitch…the smallest, most dangerous smirk. “Are you worried about me?”
I open my mouth, then shut it, glaring. He chuckles, leaning in so close I barely register what’s happening before his lips brush against my forehead.
“I’ll be back,” he murmurs. Then, with a sharp glance at Andre…“Go.”
Andre doesn’t hesitate. He throws th
