Ella
My whole body shakes with every breath I take as Dante carries me away from that godforsaken place. No matter how hard I try, I can’t block out the screams. They just keep ringing in my f*****g head, over and over.
Dante reaches the car, yanks the door open, and slides inside, still holding me on his lap like I weigh nothing. His arms wrap around me, warm and unyielding, his fingers combing through my hair in slow, gentle strokes.
The way he's touching me like I’m something delicate? Like he’s afraid I’ll break?
“It’s okay, baby,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my temple. “You’re safe. Just breathe.”
I should be afraid. Really f*****g afraid. The man is a cold-blooded killer. Brutal, ruthless, terrifying. And yet… the fact that he just slaughtered those bastards for hurti
