Mireille sighed softly, watching Dante sleep. She was holding his hand in hers and her heart was still pounding.

He was out of danger now and the doctor had said that bullet had not hit his vitals or blood vessels so he would be fine in a couple of weeks.

"Dante" she whispered and kissed the back of his hand. Recalling the moment she thought she was going to lose him, she felt her heart pound harder.

Mireille had thought that what scared her the most was her stepdad ...