D A N T E
I stormed out of Ariana's room, my blood boiling.
Angelo, that little bastard had laid hands on my wife.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Marco, my head of security.
"Find Angelo," I growled the moment he answered. "I don't care where he is bring him to me."
I hung up before Marco could respond, my hands clenched into fists at my sides.
The urge to break every bone in his body, his f*****g face, shattering that pretty boy face he thinks he have making sure he never touched Ariana again.
He may have done that while they were married but not now not ever, she was mine and he doesn’t have the f*****g rights to even as much look at her.
I wasn’t suppose to let myself fall for her, it was never part of the plan, I hated that I sees so much knowing that in the end sh
