“How could you hit her?” Dante demanded as soon as Grace climbed into his car. Marco had ordered him to take her home, but he couldn’t just let this matter go unaddressed.

Grace should have known better than hitting an heiress.

“Excuse me? I shouldn’t have hit her when she raised her hand to my face first?” Graced asked as her anger threatened to burst out again.

“Do you know who she is? In Reggio, there...”

“To hell with whoever she is! I don’t give a fuck about her! If anyone dares to bully me, I’ll return the favor!” She spat out through gritted teeth and tried to climb out...