My adorable mafioso
Svetlana looked at him as if he’d gone mad.
“Charming?” she echoed, her voice rising, disbelief spilling over. “They tore me from my life, from my family, because of the whim of a sadistic bastard! They say he’s a monster who enjoys watching people suffer. Please…” Her voice cracked, collapsing into a sob. “Help me.”
A knot tightened in Dante’s gut. An ache bloomed in his chest. Was that really what they thought of him?
“That’s not true,” he said, voice low and firm. A flicker of indignation flared in his icy stare.