When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
DANTE's POV I was more than mad… I could see the red haze coating the corner of eyes as I walked away from her before I did something I would f*****g regret. Was it because I could not understand my body’s reaction to that damned w***e? I wanted to believe that she had nothing to do with the death of my brother and her presence in the bar had just been a total coincidence like she was leading me to believe? It was only right that if she had something to do with it and if she was all part of the plans her family had concocted then she would not have come back to explain and try to resolve the matter with me. She would have been hiding like the rest of her family was doing. The f*****g cowards. He had given Domenico twenty four hours to provide his bastard son or he was going to begin