A R I A N A
The car ride home felt endless, my mind raced with Bella's threats, the deleted blog posts, and one burning question why did Dante really help me?
Was it just to protect his reputation? His precious Russo name?
Or was there another reason?
I needed answers.
I closed from work late today… mostly cause I spent my day sulking and lost, I barely got enough work done.
As I got home, I see Dante’s Car parked suprisingly he was home earlier than usual, I shrugged his thought off as I walked to my room, tossing my purse on the bed.
I needed to confront him and ask why he’d help, my hands shook as I paced, rehearsing what I would say to Dante knowing very well I lose words when I’m around him.
My thoughts come to a halt as the door creaked open.
I whirled around and
