Chapter eleven. DanteHer eyes widened. “You can't do that, Dante. They are your men.” She pleaded, and I scoffed.“Are they? You know what to do.” I was still trying to hold back my anger. The hallway was virtually empty, with no soul loitering around.I'd always trusted my instincts for as long as I could remember. I'd gotten a weird feeling immediately I left the dungeons where I'd tortured that bastard. My legs had brought me over to the control room. And when I'd seen that familiar slender legs seated comfortably on a chair, I'd almost lost it.Were my men out of their fucking minds? How could they allow someone into the control room, moreso a woman?“Dante-” She called out, but I cut her off again.“You know what to do, Grenade. Apologize, or they die. I can't believe my men were so stupid enough to allow you into the control room. The thought of it is enough to make me want to kill them.” I snapped.She recoiled, dipping her gaze. Her lashes rested on her cheeks,

Chapter thirteen. DanteHer eyes widened, as she pursed her lips. If Luca had been absent in the room, I'd have grabbed her, and kissed her hard. She'd tasted good when I'd kissed her earlier on. Cristo, this woman was going to be the death of me.“What trip are you talking about, Dante? Are you sending me away?” She snapped, and crossed her arms. At that moment, she looked like a whiny child whose candy had been grabbed from her mouth.I scoffed, and walked towards her slowly. Luca was still standing to the side. “Is the jet ready?” I asked him in Italian. He took that as his cue to leave. Once we were alone, my gaze turned feral. She swallowed, but didn't avert her gaze.“What are you trying to do, Dante?” She asked calmly. So calm that if didn't know her- or think I know her, I'd have believed she was unaffected by what I'd told her.But I knew that beneath that calm facade, she was figuring out millions of ways to convince me. None of which was going to work,