Dante POV
Panting, I lift my head, staring down at her. “Little deer,” I murmur, brushing my lips against her cheek. “Open them.”
But her eyes remain stubbornly shut.
“Fine.” I sigh, pulling back slightly. “But listen to me—you’re wrong about me. You don’t know the truth.”
“Don’t,” she snaps, her voice sharp, filled with anger.
“Don’t what?” I challenge. “Explain the club? Explain how—”
“Dante, stop!” she screams, her voice cracking, and a tear slips down her cheek.
I pause, frowning. “You won’t even let me explain how I’ve made everything better for—”
“I said stop!” she shouts, the tear now followed by more.
Fine. If words won’t get through to her, then action will.
I climb off the bed and throw on my trousers, storming out to my car. I open the trunk, grabbing the rope and duct
