Dante POV
The car comes to a stop in front of the race track and I lead Anastasia out of the car, honestly, I picked every single outfit she would wear on this trip, and yesterday she picked the one I had my eyes on, today I was specific.
We were going to meet the European cartels here at the race tracks along with their wives, I had attended some but it was for mostly married men, the men here respected marriage and everything that came with it, they also loved their wives looking smoking hot, so I had purposefully picked out the hottest outfit I could think of.
They would be talking about her for days, which means they would be talking about me for days and we can finally get into business.
"Are you sure this is what I have to wear?" she turns to me, a short red leather skirt wrappin
