D A N T E
I left the house feeling good.
Satisfied.
I finally felt like things were falling back into place, I was succeeding in making her stay with me.
I got to my office, and Antonio was already there, leaning against my desk.
“You are smiling,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Did the world end? Did Dante Russo finally learn how to be happy?”
I scowled at him, but I couldn’t completely wipe the feeling away. “Shut up, Antonio.”
He laughed, making fun of me but I didn’t care. For the first time in a long time, things felt right.
And I didn’t want that to change, but who was I kidding? There was still a lot more to fix and unfold, a lot more to fight for.
I want to be a better person for her even if it means losing everything I’ve worked for, for as long as she was by my side, I
