One
Luca
She fucking left me.
I’m sick to my stomach with dread, anger, despair as I crumple the note and throw it in the garbage bin.
“I can’t believe she broke up with me in a note.”
Anger boils in my blood and I yank my bowtie off, undoing the buttons on my tuxedo.
There’s not going to be a wedding today.
Dante will be thrilled. He didn’t even want me to marry Harper.
He tried to get her to marry Ashton.
I’m, however, crushed. I’m not sure running away is the better of two options: marry Ashton or flee, because marrying me must have been horrifying.
I feel like I might actually vomit.
I turn toward the door, brushing past Ashton as I storm out of the room. The house feels incredibly small and I hurry outside, needing air to breathe.
Fresh air isn’t enough, but the chill numbs me and dulls my senses. It doesn’t lessen the ache in my heart.
Tears threaten my vision, but I don’t want anyone to see them, not Ashton, not Kensley, and certainly not my father.
The door swings open behind me.
I don’t dare look to see who is chasing after me.
I’m raw inside.
I’ll never forgive Harper.
She can run, but she can’t hide.
Like a blizzard, I tear back into the house, demanding my father. “Dante!” My voice bellows with a roar as I feel the anger flowing through me.
Heat radiates from my body. My bowtie is gone, the jacket unbuttoned, and I’m still sweating.
Dante hears my voice, or maybe it’s the hurricane that follows me as his men swarm like I need help.
I don’t have to say it.
Dante stares at me, and it’s like he knows.
Does he know because he figured it out on his own or had he been told?
“I want Kensley detained,” I growl and point at the girl in the dark-purple dress standing just a few feet away.
“What?” Her eyes widen, and she takes several steps backward but knocks into Moreno.
He grabs her by the arm, dragging her down the hallway.
“Please, no!” she screams, fighting for her life.
I’m fighting for mine.
