D A N T E

I stormed out of Ariana's room, my blood boiling.

Angelo, that little bastard had laid hands on my wife.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Marco, my head of security.

"Find Angelo," I growled the moment he answered. "I don't care where he is bring him to me."

I hung up before Marco could respond, my hands clenched into fists at my sides.

The urge to break every bone in his body, his fucking face, shattering that pretty boy face he thinks he have ...