"You're the reason I'm here in the first place," she reminded her Dad. "You didn't know when to stop, did you? We could have sorted things together."
"I did everything I could for you!"
"Apart from being honest until Luc forced your hand to be!"
Hector was red in the face, looking between me to Mia and back again. "You're making a terrible choice. He's taking advantage of you. I'm begging you, Mia, rethink this."
Mia took my hand in her own. "I love Luc. That's not going to change."
Hector shook his head before getting into his car. Without another word to the pair of us, he turned on the engine and drove off. I turned to Mia expecting her to be distraught, but she looked pissed. My angel looked like she was ready to raise hell.
"Princess?" I said gently.
Mia let go of my hand and marched back into the house. I followed close behind, unsure about what was running through her head. She went straight through into the kitchen where Dante poured himself a drink.
"Where is he?" Mia demanded.
Dante looked up and any smart remark died in his throat at the display of rage on this tiny woman. "Back yard."
Without a word of thanks, she stormed out of the doors into the crisp evening.
"Where's Mom?" I asked Dante.
"Took her up to the room. She was tired."
"Thanks."
A scream rang out and Dante and I exchanged a look before we ran out from the kitchen. Mia stood in front of Stefan, anger pouring off her in waves. This was a side to her that I had only seen glimpses of. I had seen Mia possessed a spark of anger, but I hadn’t ever seen it spiral into the fiery inferno of rage that she displayed now.
"What is wrong with you?!" she screamed at Stefan.
"You won't listen, Mia!" Stefan said furiously. "You need to actually think about all this. He wants to take you to Moretti. That's basically taking you into the lion's den."
Mia pushed her palms into Stefan's chest with such force that the thudding sound could be heard by all of us as he stumbled back a step or two. "Stop trying to make decisions for me!"
"I'm not making decisions for you. I'm trying to show you."
"You told my Dad. I told you I didn't want him to know."
"I think he deserves to know what you were doing. He's your Dad."
"What gave you the right?!"
"I care about you, Mia," Stefan said, looking her in the eye. "I love you."
"Oh fuck..." Dante muttered beside me.
He loved her? I was ready to tear Stefan’s head from his body for that admission. Dante took hold of my arm, forcing me to stand still and watch the situation unfold before us.
“Let’s see how she deals with this,” he told me.
"Don't you dare," Mia told him. "Don't you dare say that!"
"Why?" Stefan asked her. "Because you might feel the same way?"
Mia let out a laugh of disbelief. "Are you listening to yourself? We were friends, Stefan."
"You would have kissed me, Mia. We both know it."
