Dante's POV
When Vittoria had hung up the phone, I had nearly lost it. If not for Marco and Alfonso, who had held me back, I would have gone on a f*****g killing spree in my own warehouse. I had walked out, and a clumsy fool had bumped into me. Marco was swift, taking my gun out of my reach before I could kill the fucker.
The drive to the mall was done by Alfonso. "We can't trust him to drive and not kill us all. He's crazy at this point," he had told Marco. I didn’t mind. He was fast—just how I liked it.
Now imagine rushing into the mall like a madman, my heart almost jumping out of my chest as I thought of what my enemies would do to Alora. Only to see Vittoria held at gunpoint by a strange man, and the same Alora who had me almost losing my mind, trying to fight her way toward them.
