Chapter 14: First Kiss
It had been days since the confrontation with Marco Santoro, but the air between Isla and Dante had only grown thicker. Every interaction with him, every glance he sent her way, was charged with something electric, something dangerous. And every time she thought she might be able to escape the pull of his presence, he was there again, lurking in the shadows, a reminder that he was always watching.
It was only a matter of time before something broke, and Isla was afraid that when it did, she would be swept away by the storm.
Isla’s eyes flickered toward the VIP section, where Dante sat, flanked by his usual entourage, his posture casual yet commanding. He had been watching her all night, his gaze never straying too far from her. Every time their eyes met, something flickered in his eyes—an intensity she couldn’t ignore, one that made her stomach flip and her heart race. She couldn’t help but feel drawn to him, no matter how much she tried to push the feelings dow
