“Release her.”
Dante’s voice did not rise.
He did not shout.
He did not threaten.
And that was what made it terrifying.
The men behind him raised their guns, surrounding the warehouse in a silent formation. The air was thick with tension, as if one wrong breath could trigger a m******e.
Adrian did not look afraid.
Instead, he smiled.
“Still giving orders, Dante?” he said calmly. “I thought you’d be more honest in front of her.”
Aruna stood between them, her wrist trapped in Adrian’s grip.
Her heart was pounding so hard she felt dizzy.
“Let her go,” Dante repeated.
Adrian leaned closer to Aruna.
“Do you know what I like about him?” he whispered.
Aruna swallowed.
“He never lies when it comes to business,” Adrian continued. “But when it comes to you, he lies beautifully.”
Dant
