Dante’s POV
"Drive to the corner and cut the engine," I ordered.
Marco glanced at me in the rearview mirror, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Sir? You said you wanted to go home, you have an 8:00 AM briefing with the investors."
"I changed my mind," I replied, loosening my tie and staring up at the dark monolith of Castello Tower rising against the night sky. "Park where you can see the 30th floor and turn the lights off."
Marco didn't argue, instead, he pulled the limousine into the shadows of the adjacent street, killing the engine and the headlights. The car became a silent beast lurking in the dark.
I sat in the plush leather seat, drumming my fingers against my knee, the silence was deafening.
I should have been halfway to the estate by now. I should have been pouring myself a
