Dante's POV
I rushed towards Marco. "Give her to me."
"No, Don. I think you should go in there. I've knocked some guys unconscious, but you should go get them."
My eyes darkened, and I gave him my most blood-chilling glare. How dare he tell me what to do?
"I want Alora, not those men. Give Alora to me, and you'll be in charge of them. Bring them to the dungeon at home, and then, Vittoria? Handle cleanup."
They both glanced at each other. Vittoria shrugged, while Marco kept looking at her.
"Will you just f*****g hand her to me right now so that I can be on my way?" I roared, my patience running thin.
He quickly did, but the moment my hands touched her, she let out a blood-curdling scream and tried to drift away.
"What the?" I thought she was unconscious just now. Why did…
Marco imm
