**Stefano's POV**
The sound of her door slamming still echoed through the house as I sat down. Her words kept circling in my mind: ‘I know you’re hiding something, and I’ll find out.’
I leaned forward, rubbing my temples with the heel of my hand, trying to push back the headache that was already beginning to throb behind my eyes.
I could tell she definitely knew something.
And I knew exactly who would run his mouth because there was only one bastard who could have told her something.
Dante.
If I didn’t have to wait and if the plan wasn't still hanging by a thread, I would already be on my way to find Dante, ready to wrap my hands around his throat.
Fucking bastard.
Just thinking about it made my blood boil, anger crawling up my spine until I could hardly sit still. I pushed back fr
