In all my twenty-three years on this f****d-up planet, I’ve never felt so powerless…yet at the same time, so goddamn powerful. And it’s all because of the arrogant, insufferable bastard beside me.
As we step out of the house, everyone bows their heads. Everyone.
Like he’s some kind of god, and they’re his pathetic little disciples. Even me.
But what really gets me? No one dares to look me in the f*****g eyes either.
The hell? It's actually crazy.
We reach the waiting SUV, black, intimidating as hell, just like the man next to me.
Andre rushes ahead, pulling the door open, while Marco…the tall, handsome devil with a sharp jawline and those dark, brooding eyes…slides into the driver’s seat.
Dante doesn’t say a word. He just waits, watching me with that piercing gaze, like he’s daring
