Dante's eyes were on his phone even as he listened to Aguilar's report.

He had to force himself not to storm upstairs to tell that stubborn woman to stay put.

“What was Antonia doing checking on her anyway?” He wondered.

He thought she didn't like Annabelle because of what she did to her. No matter how much her journey seemed to have changed her, Dante knew Antonia was not a pushover who would let something like a bruise to the face and being tied up go just like that.

There was only one other woman who could easily do that. And that woman had been Isabella.

Why the fuck was...