phin

y as lead, I heard Isabella's voice drift up

, Dante. Was it because of

to cut glass. "She's an adult.

rty to be managed. The last flickering ember of hope ins

their alliance with the Vescovis. I was forced to attend. One of Dante's old capos, a man who

rown up, Don," he said to Da

eyes scanning the room. "She's an adult now," he said, his voice ca

e. I felt the shift in the room immediately. The gazes that fell on me were no longer respectful or cau

rms in a classic bridal carry. He didn't look angry or annoyed. He looked like a king claiming his prize, a possessive, protective fire in hi

urned to me. "He once had three men executed just for whistling at you on t

I thought, my heart a col

ainst the windows. I watched as Dante escorted Isabella to their car, holding a large

of the thunder. He had found me huddled in the hallway and walked me back to

ways be for you, Fin

th no umbrella and no one waiting for me. I looked at the s

p breath and walke

y skull and soaked through my dress in seconds. I didn't run. I walked, letting th

expensive rug, my phone buzzed with a notificat

Dante Moretti's birthday. We will meet you

ossi. M

aped my lips. It w

day I finally escaped it. My rebirth would be his celebratio