Dante's POV
The tension hung in the air as I stood up, my gaze fixed on Alora—her shaking form standing just a few feet away from my desk. Alora’s pretend act wasn’t going to save her this time. She had barged in, hoping she could trick her way out of this situation, but her plans were incomplete—too bad for her. I was already way ahead of her.
Unfortunately, I hadn’t foreseen Gianni’s kidnapping, but having her here as my hostage would send a clear message to whoever had sent her: mess with Gianni, and she’s gone. If she was even important to them anyway.
"Dante, I’m talking to you. Gianni has been kidnapped," she blurted out, her voice trembling.
"Shut the f**k up!" I shouted, slamming my hand on the desk.
She flinched, jumping back as if the force of my words had physically hit her
