You are mine to keep

ALINA

Silence hung in the air. It was heavy, deadly and suffocating.

I sometimes had to remind myself to breathe as we drove.

My heart beat was so erratic that I literally felt it could pop right out of my chest any moment

I took multiple glances at Dante's sharp profile as he sat away from me. He was brooding with raw, bloody anger. I could feel and see it.

He was murderous.

His lips were pulled to a scowl and his brows were wrinkled coupled with his fists clenched.

Oh God! I wailed within me.

In the boot laid a half dead and thoroughly beaten up Theodore.

He would die soon if he wasn't given adequate and instant medical care.

And likely so would I because Dante was breathing hail and brimstones.

He was quiet through out the ride. Not a single word did he utter to me and it wasn't a good sign.

I was expecting him to lash out at me but he kept mute.

How could I watch him kill a young promising man like Theodore all because he thinks he is trying to snatch me from him?

Where did