Dante POV
Lucy’s left alone as Luna is wrapped up with Justin. She heads to the bar, and I follow.
“Lucy,” I greet her, flashing a smile. She turns, her eyes lighting up for a second as she returns my smile.
“Hi, Dante.”
“I need your help with something,” I lean against the bar, trying to keep my tone light.
“Me? Why me?” she asks, curiosity dancing in her eyes.
Luna will trust Lucy over anyone else. She won’t listen to me or anyone from my circle. “Because I need you to talk to Luna. Help her realize I don’t exploit and sell women.”
Lucy lets out a laugh, shaking her head. “That’s not going to happen. Luna isn’t the type to change her opinion easily, Dante.”
She’s right. I’ve been banging my head against that wall for a year now, and she hasn’t budged. But there’s more to it than
