CASSIAN
I allowed red to drip onto the expensive carpet before lifting my head slowly.
I saw rage. Blood. Dante.
The air stank like it was poisoned.
I'd never believed I would have to challenge Dante Moretti.
I'd never known in my lifetime I could go against my father.
But it was happening.
And because of my Bambolina.
She was fucking off-limits.
The fucking devil had crossed a line there, and I wouldn't hesitate to take him out if it came to that.
"I'd love to see you try… father."
Two seconds—no response. No movement.
Just deathly quiet in the study.
Nico had gotten a report from one of the men assigned to Ayla. Someone was tailing her.
I didn't think twice.
I didn't want to fucking know who the bastard was.
I'd given the order for him to make sure whoever was doing the tailing had no life in him before nightfall.
And now, right in this room, I was still staring at the spot where the result of that single order had been.
