Lucia’s POV
There was no way in hell I’d let him kill someone right in front of me.
“Stop. Killing him won’t fix this.”
He ripped his arm from my grip. “He f****d up. You want me to let that slide? “
I forced myself to hold his glare, even though my knees felt like jelly. “Think about it. If he didn’t catch it, then maybe the fakes are good enough to fool anyone. Killing him won’t solve the problem—it’ll just leave you without someone who knows the books. You need him to help figure out how far this goes.”
Dante stared at me for a long, tense moment, his jaw clenched so tight I thought it might shatter. Finally, he lowered the gun and let out a sharp breath.
“Fine,” he ground out, his voice rough and lethal. He grabbed the accountant by the collar and yanked him close, practically
