Dante.

I scoffed when Isadora yelled at me, did she have the fucking right to do that? Well maybe she was trying to fight for the love of her life who seemed to be a scum, a player, and a sick weird ass grown man.

I stared at them both, shook my head, and a smirk formed on my lips.

“You're really something. I thought Matteo thought of you as a woman of peace? What's going on here, why do you seem to be on a rampage!" Isadora yelled through clenched teeth. Her hands were fisted, and I knew ...