Lena’s POV
The air in the room goes razor thin.
My cheek is still burning where her hand landed. I can taste blood on my tongue.
Dante storms into the room full of fury.
“Touch my wife again,” he says. “And you walk out of here dead.”
My mother freezes, her face instantly turning pale.
For a second, I think she’s going to apologize. That she’ll see what she’s done.
She doesn’t. “Excuse me?” she snaps, and the rage comes rushing back. “You don’t get to talk to me like that I am her mother. I have every right…”
“Had,” Dante cuts in as he steps further into the room. “You had the right, but you gave it up the day you handed your daughter to a man who tried to put a bullet in her head.”
“That wasn’t…”
“That was exactly what it was.” Dante cuts her off. “Don’t lie to me, d
