Chapter 7
SALVATORE POV
Dante Caruso should have died at that wedding. The thought had been sitting inside my head for three straight nights like poison.
I stood in front of the massive glass wall inside my office while rain hammered against the island cliffs below. Lightning flashed across the ocean, turning the water silver for half a second before darkness swallowed everything again.
My hand tightened around the whiskey glass.
Dante escaped because I got distracted. Not by anything but her. Lena Moretti.
I could still see her standing in the middle of the ballroom wearing white silk stained with her brothers' blood. Terrified but refusing to break. Protecting Matteo while chaos exploded around her.
Most people begged when they saw me. She looked me in the eyes like she wanted to
