Chapter 4

The screeching of the brakes tore through the Crownpoint night. Because of the sudden stop, my body lurched forward, then my seatbelt yanked me back.

"Dante" turned and stared straight at me, a storm barely contained in his eyes. "Did you get a good look at them?"

His intensity scared me. I shrank back a little and nodded. "Y-Yeah… That woman was smoking, like a runway model."

"Where were they?" His voice was icy and hard, like it had been tempered in frost.

"Right… Right at the cafe across from Belgrave & Goodwyn."

He went quiet. The atmosphere in the car seemed to freeze, pressing down on my chest until I could barely breathe.

That woman was someone I'd had Leo find. She was a Rodenian arms dealer who'd done a few deals with Luciano. I'd asked Leo to arrange that "chance encounter" and then take photos.

In the pictures, the woman was smiling seductively, her body leaning slightly toward "Luciano". Their posture was intimate, and her hand was almost on his thigh. "Luciano" hadn't pushed her away.

Right now, those photos were on my phone. But I couldn't just pull them out. I needed my words to become a knife that I could drive straight into "Dante's" heart.

"Dante, your brother… Has he stopped liking me?" I asked carefully, my voice catching like I was about to cry.

"Shut up!" he suddenly roared.

I jolted, trembling all over as tears spilled out instantly.

He seemed to realize he'd lost it. He took a deep breath and softened his tone. "Sorry, Chiara. I wasn't yelling at you."

He reached out to pull me into his arms, but I shrank back. "Don't touch me."

His hands froze in midair, and his expression became downright ugly. "Chiara…"

"Do you also think I'm just a drama queen? It's good that your brother has another woman, right? This way, he won't bother me anymore. I should be happy…" I cried as I rambled, completely incoherent on the surface.

But every word was aimed straight at his heart.

"Dante" thought I was terrified of Luciano harassing me. He thought I was hoping Luciano would finally leave me alone. He had no idea that every word I said was a reminder that "Luciano", the man he shared me with, might be about to betray their alliance and be with another woman.

For him, that was a double betrayal.

"He wouldn't." After a long moment, "Dante" forced out the words, like he was trying to convince me, and even more so himself.

The car started up again, and we drove back to the estate. He didn't come upstairs with me. He said, "I have some family business. Get some rest."

I watched him drive away, knowing he was going to look for "Luciano". The show was about to start.

I went back to my room, showered, and called Luciano. The phone rang for a long time before someone picked up. On the other end came a voice simmering with barely contained fury.

It was the real Luciano. "What is it?"

I cooed in my sweetest, softest voice, "Luciano, are you mad at me?"

There was only silence on the other end.

"Is it because of Dante?" I continued. "He misunderstood you. He thinks you're with another woman."

"How do you know that?" His voice sharpened instantly, full of suspicion.

"I guessed." I let out a little laugh. "He just completely went off on me—it was scary. You should explain things to him, Luciano. I don't want you two fighting because of me."

I sounded gentle and considerate, but every word was adding fuel to the fire.

"What right does he have to be mad at me?" Luciano let out a cold laugh. "Who does he think he is?"

"Because he cares about me," I said in a deliberately innocent tone. "And also… because he cares about you."

On the other end, something shattered with a violent crash—glass, by the sound of it. Then came Luciano's furious roar. "Dante!"

The line went dead.

I set my phone down and walked to the window, looking out. It wasn't long before Luciano's black car pulled back into the driveway and stopped downstairs. He didn't get out.

A few minutes later, another identical car came tearing in. It did a sharp drift and stopped sideways, blocking the first car. It was Dante.

Luciano stepped out. He wasn't wearing a suit—just a black silk shirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing a solid chest and sharp collarbones. A dangerous, feral energy rolled off him.

He walked up to Dante's window and slammed his fist into the bulletproof glass. Even from this distance, I could almost hear the dull thud and imagine the spiderweb of cracks spreading across the glass.

The peace between the brothers had finally been torn in half.