A tall figure stepped out from the glare of the Maybach’s headlights and walked straight up the front steps of my villa.
Wait, why did the man in the charcoal coat look exactly like Dante’s older brother? No, as he stepped into the foyer light, I realized it was Dante himself, who had just walked out to his car two minutes ago to retrieve a legal file, only now his polite lawyer facade was completely gone.
Behind him, four armed bodyguards in custom navy suits fanned out across the porch, blocking the doorway.
Ryder immediately stood up from the staircase and stepped in front of me, shielding me with his body as his hand dropped toward the concealed holster under his jacket.
"Dante?" I pushed myself up from the marble step, staring in disbelief at the university senior I had trusted to
