Dante
The drive to the Caruso estate was silent except for the hum of the engine and the storm in my chest. Adriano had told me to give her time. Matteo would’ve told me to drink and wait until she cooled off. But waiting wasn’t in my nature.
She was mine. And I didn’t let distance grow between what was mine.
The iron gates opened, heavy and deliberate, guards tightening their grips on weapons before recognition softened their eyes. The estate stood ahead, vast and immovable, lit like a monument to the Caruso name.
I stepped out before the driver could circle the car. Gravel crunched under my shoes, the scent of roses sharp in the night air. Inside, staff moved like ghosts, silent and careful, their eyes darting away as I passed. No one dared stop me.
I already knew where she’d b
