Dante sitting in the car with Marco couldn’t bear it anymore the moment he saw her fall harshly to the ground as he asked, “Are you just going to sit here and expect those punks to catch her? They’re clearly doing a bad job.”

Marco remained quiet. Of course, he wasn’t just letting the guards catch her, he would step in eventually when the time was right.

“No.” That was all he said and ignored Dante totally.

Dante gritted his teeth and looked away as he ran a hand through his hair.

She was hurting herself and he hated to admit that it pained him in a way.

Just when...