FRANCESCA's POV
Dante restrained me to the bed and I don’t know where he got cuffs but he slapped them on my wrist as I struggled to get away.
If he thought I was going to expose the man who had given me the knife then he had another thing coming for him.
I remained still, knowing it was futile to move while he stared at me, not saying anything while I glared.
I had not expected that I would catch him by surprise and the plan I had decided to go with was only half baked but it had worked which led me to believe that somehow this heartless man cared about me.
It is going to be his doom, I thought to myself
“How did you get the knife?” He shot at me
“I hope you do not think for one minute that I am going to answer your question” I shot back at him
“It was a nice tactic” He smiled bit
