Crave Me, Insane Daddy
Jessica leaned in slightly from the side, trying to catch the low words, brows knit in confusion.
Father and son stood locked in a silent, furious staring contest like two predators sizing up who would blink first. No one refuses to back down and Dante clearly wasn’t going to let anyone have their way with him or Aurelia.
All of a sudden, Dante’s phone vibrated sharply in his pocket. He fished it out without breaking eye contact. Vladimir. His best friend and the only person he could trust in this twisted world and his political family.
He swiped to answer, already lifting it to his ear. Before he could speak- Vladimir’s voice cut him. “Dante.”