Dante's POV
As the cars disappeared in the distance, I turned to Marco, whose eyes I had noticed on me the whole time. Vittoria was standing by him too, both staring at me with twisted faces.
"What?" I asked in an annoyed tone, feeling frustration biting at my chest.
They both exchanged a glance before turning to me. Marco cleared his throat. "Don, I don't know what to say, but I don't feel too okay about this."
I quirked a brow, nodding for him to explain himself.
"What Marco is trying to say is that, um... well, do you think Alora is lying? What if she isn't?"
My gaze drifted to Alfonso, who was standing and talking with some of the men in a corner. I observed him for quite a while, as if I could decipher if he was guilty from just looking at him.
As if noticing my gaze, he turned
