Chapter 17 The invitation

Dante's POV 

The car was silent.

No one spoke.

They had all seen it.

My wife, standing at the door of my own house… smiling like she had just won a private war.

I leaned back against the leather seat, my jaw tightening slightly as the city blurred past the tinted windows.

Lucia Vitale.

My wife o...

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