The minute the door shuts behind Dante, my brain goes into overdrive.
He’s going to meet the man who tried to buy me.
Without me.
“Absolutely not,” I say, pushing up out of my chair so fast it screeches against the floor.
Mia startles. “Please tell me you’re not about to do the thing I think you’re about to do.”
“I’m not staying here,” I say. “He doesn’t get to go discuss my fate with my almost‑owner like I’m a defective toaster they’re negotiating a refund for.”
“You heard him,” she says. “He doesn’t want D’Angelo anywhere near you.”
“Wow, what a gentleman,” I bite out. “He wants to argue over my ownership papers in peace.”
“Luna,” she says softly. “He is an asshole. A controlling, manipulative, smug asshole. But that folder was real. The contract was real. If this D’Angelo guy wa
