SERAPHINA
As soon as the car came to a halt in front of the house, the same house where I had sent my stepbrother to jail with just a phone call, Dante stepped out and quickly came around to my side of the door.
I doubted it was his gentlemanly behaviour suddenly surfacing. More likely, he was making sure I didn’t waste time cowering in the passenger seat, like I was actually doing.
With brutal force, he grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the car.
“Dante, why did you bring me here?” I asked, trying to dig my heels into the pavement, but he was too strong as he dragged me up the front steps.
He stopped when he was at the top stair, and I felt his grip tighten. His voice, low and chilling, filled the air as he said, “If you don’t walk on your own, I’ll bend you over these steps and
