Alora's POV
Dante took his time, wiping his mouth with a napkin before leaning back against his seat and tapping the wooden table gently. His eyes didn’t stray from mine for a second.
Deciding to test the waters, I arched a brow at him. "Are you sure that I can ask what I need and you'll give me? Or are you pulling my leg?"
“Alora, I am a man of my word. That’s one thing about the Mafia. We do not go back on our word.”
Great. I smiled, feeling a sense of relief. “That means anything I ask, no matter what it is, you’ll give me?” I nodded, peering at him from under my lashes.
Dante chuckled, his deep voice giving no hint of what emotion he was feeling. “Well, a man of my word doesn’t mean a fool. I won’t give you anything you ask. I’ll only give you what’s reasonable.”
“Fair enough, be
