Mandy stood there, barefoot, half-naked, the throw blanket clutched to her chest, her breath hadn’t evened out yet, her lips were swollen, her thighs still trembled.

Dante stared at her like he was trying to burn a hole through her.

She didn’t flinch.

“You gonna keep glaring,” she said, “or are you gonna make good on that promise?”

His jaw ticked. “I should’ve killed him for walking in.”

“You gonna kill everyone who interrupts your sex life?”

“If they interrupt ...