Dante’s POV
His call came just as the city was getting dark with deception—when lights softened, voices lowered, and people were getting ready to close their stalls for the day.
“She’s in danger.”
Those two words were sharp and enough to make me drop my whiskey, I stood up abruptly and dashed out before getting the details. I gave the valet one strong look and that was all he needed to get my car to me.
Luca didn’t need to say her name.
My body had reacted before I thought. The room I’d been in—leather chairs, low music, men who feared me even while pretending not to—didn’t matter at all, I just needed to get to her.
“Where,” I growled.
“Three streets from the café. On the narrow road with bad lighting. Two men. One got away but I was able to handle the other one.”
The engine roare
