Dante

My fingers gripped the arms of my chair as I sat in my office, the recording from Valeria’s phone playing through my earpiece. Eduardo’s voice filled my ears, bragging about his father’s child laundering, but his moans—those guttural, satisfied sounds—hit me like a punch.

He was enjoying her, her lips on his cock, her mouth giving him pleasure. I wanted to kill him, to rip him apart for touching what was mine. I’d told her to seduce him, but hearing him moan made my blood ...