Dante sat in his own apartment, staring at his phone, hating himself for the message he sent not knowing whether to expect a reply or not.
Because loving Peggy-really loving her, giving in to what he felt-would only put her in danger.
He saw how his father treated his wives-how he didn't love them or treat them as family because only his blood mattered to him.
The thought of having to choose between the woman he loves and his family scares the s**t out of him. He'd never risk it. Not a chance.
This has been like a plague in their family. A generational pattern.
His father and his grandfather did it so who's to say he won't do it?
He never wants to treat any woman like that so he made up his mind long ago, never to bring any woman into his life or his family.
He could
