The return drive to Dante’s estate was enveloped in an oppressive silence, but the atmosphere felt charged with unexpressed thoughts. My father’s revelation lingered heavily on me, a burden I couldn’t shake.
Ricci knows.
He was aware that I was meant to be his. He knew Dante had taken me.
This meant I was no longer just Dante’s a mere possession. I had become a coveted trophy, something that Ricci would never concede without a fight.
I crossed my arms tightly, gazing out the window. The city zipped past in a blur of lights and silhouettes, but I couldn’t focus on any of it; my thoughts were still trapped in that house, replaying my father’s words and Dante's smirk upon hearing the news, as if he had been anticipating this moment.
Because, of course, he had.
To him, this was all just
