He Chose Another Heir Now He Wants Me Back Chapter 12
“Whether it’s enough or not isn’t for you to decide.”
I enunciated his surname with chilling clarity.
“Rossi, control your wife. And keep her from interfering in my life in the name of De Luca or Rossi ever again.”
Then I gestured to Dante.
“Let’s go. I’m going to see my mother.”
Dante slid an arm around my shoulders and walked me toward the inpatient building.
Behind us, I heard Ophelia’s muffled sobs, Luca’s low voice trying to soothe her, and the dull thud of Salvatore’s cane against the pavement.
I didn’t look back.
Once the elevator doors closed, Dante immediately let go, stepping back to a respectful distance.
“Show’s over?” he asked.
“It’s over.”
I leaned against the elevator wall, my strength suddenly gone.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. You owe me dinner.” He drew an unlit cigarette from his pocket and put it between his teeth. “Though my grandfather is definitely going to have my hide for using the Moretti name without permission.”
“I’ll explain.”
“No need to shield me.” He glanced at me. “This is a price I agreed to pay.”