Dante
The car ride was still ringing in my ears long after I left her at the Caruso estate. Her words—every one of them—were a match struck against gasoline.
Looks like you’ll never change.
Here, go give this to one of your whores.
The man I marry will respect me. Someone like Rafé.
Rafé.
I clenched my jaw so tight it hurt. Even now, sitting in my office with the city spread out like a kingdom beneath the glass, I could still see the fire in her eyes when she spat his name like a weapon. She’d never dared to use it before. But tonight, she had.
The crystal glass cracked in my grip. A bead of whiskey slid over my knuckle before I set it down, not gently.
Across the room, Matteo let out a low whistle. He was lounging in his chair as if he had no care in the world, legs stret
