Dante POV
Dante sat at his desk—in his office building—smiling. He hadn’t been this happy in years. He knew he was cheating on Isabella—and he knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t help it. He loved Gia. He’d never stopped loving her.
He couldn’t tell her, not yet at least—but…it did seem like she had forgiven him for the night that ruined both their lives. Or at least he hoped she had. She could possibly be using him to get back at Leo, but to be honest, he didn’t care at the moment.
All he knew was he wanted to be with her—like it had always been supposed to be. And even though he knew it might be temporary, he would enjoy every second he got. With Gia and with Luca. He loved that kid already.
Dante chuckled to himself when he thought of the moment Leo had called Gia—while he was buried
