Dante’s jaw clenched as he scanned the empty road ahead, his dark eyes darting to the rearview mirror where he could just make out Angelo’s car trailing them.

The weight of responsibility bore down on him heavily as Annabelle sat stiffly beside him, her face pale but resolute.

Cathy was in Angelo’s car, chattering away happily, oblivious to the growing tension in the air.

To keep his mind off the fact that his woman had almost killed herself just to get away from him, he decided to turn his mind to other things.

Fucking Tad.

He knew Tad wasn’t in Stoneraine.

His men had confirmed it, and Dante wasn’t one...