FRANCESCA's POV
A groan escaped my throat as I tried to lift myself up from the ridiculous position I was in with my face still smarting from the cheek he had backhanded.
I knew I should not have mocked him by spitting into his face when I was in this sort of situation and he was my capture but I was angry… angry that I had allowed myself get into this when I should have just come clean to my father and allowed him handle the situation.
Now I was going to cause their deaths because if there was one thing I knew about Dante from the little time I had spent with him at the club before it all went to s**t. He blamed my family for the death of his brother and he wasn’t wrong but also, there was no way in hell that he was going to make a deal with the father of the man that killed his broth
