Sofia paced the living room while Aria huddled on the couch. “My brother is the best at what he does. He’ll be fine.”
“But what if he’s not?” Aria whispered, tears flowing freely. “If he dies, Victor will come for me and Luca.”
Sofia sat beside her. “Then you fight. Dante believes in you. Show him he’s right.”
Hours later, Dante returned with a bloody gash on his arm. Aria rushed to him, sobbing. “You’re hurt!”
“It’s nothing,” he growled, but let her help him to the bedroom.
She cleaned the wound with shaking hands. “I was so scared. Don’t leave me like that again.”
Dante caught her wrist gently. “I’m not going anywhere, Aria.” He pulled her down for a fierce kiss, pain and adrenaline mixing with desire.
That night, their intimacy deepened. Dante was careful yet domina
