FALLON
“Pleasure to meet you both,” I say as politely as possible, forcing a smile on my face. Leone’s father has an intimidating presence that makes me want to shrink back and hide. His eyes, cold and calculating, remind me of a predator sizing up its prey. While Dante’s eyes trail up and down my body, his smirk grows wider with each passing second. I had seen looks like these before from some of the perverted patrons at the casino, but something about Dante’s gaze makes my skin crawl. I can practically feel his eyes undressing me, and I fight the urge to tell him where to go. Instead, I meet his gaze head-on, refusing to show how much he terrifies me.
“It’s a shame I didn’t meet her sooner, Leone. We could have had some fun together.”
“I don’t think so,” I answer.
“Well, isn’t she a
