“Shit!” Dante’s voice cut through the chaos.He turned around fast, eyes locking on me like I was the only thing left in the world. He climbed over the console, kneeling beside me in the backseat. I winced as the pain lanced deeper. My fingers were slick with blood.“Stay with me, Sera,” he muttered, voice cracking. “Look at me. Just, look at me.”I tried. God, I tried.He didn’t waste a second. He yanked the shirt off the unconscious fake driver, tearing it down the middle, and pressed it against my shoulder with both hands.I bit back a scream, chest shaking. It felt like fire meeting fire.“I know, I know,” Dante whispered, his face just inches from mine, soaked in panic and rage. “I’m sorry. Just hold on, okay? This’ll stop the bleeding.” I could see it now, the side of him no one else ever would. Not the cold, immovable Moretti, but the man underneath. Raw. Wrecked. Terrified.When the makeshift bandage was tight enough, he pushed the driver into the passenger seat like he weigh
Last Updated : 2025-05-19 Read more