Dante's POV
“Vittoria, do you and Marco have a death wish?” I snapped. They shook their heads, eyes wide.
“No? Good. Then shut the hell up and let me think.”
I was pacing, frustration boiling over. Everything seemed to be going wrong. I’d just gotten a call that one of my warehouse shipments had been tampered with, only to get there and find nothing wrong.
It was most likely a setup—a ploy to lure me out, to either attack me or distract me for something else to go down. My men were clearing the way for us to head back, while I was thinking of what could possibly have gone wrong. But these two idiots were making it difficult with all their mindless bickering.
And, of course, they were talking about the one person I hated right now. Alora Marino. I couldn’t believe I’d even considered g
