Book 3: Without Me

Eleni

Dante stares down at me, his black eyes burning. A laugh bubbles in my chest. Camila is dead. She can never touch either of us or the baby again.

“Did I ask you to kill her?” he says quietly.

If I didn’t know him well enough to recognize the lilt of play in his voice even when he’s pretending to be exactly the mafia boss I met so long ago, I’d be frightened. Instead, I smile.

“Did you ask me to go to the bathroom this morning?”

He grabs my chin hard. “It seems I’ve been a bit lax in your training, pet. You’re acting out.”

“I’m protecting this family.” I run my tongue over the tip of his thumb. “When you couldn’t.”

He knows I don’t believe that, but I watch doubt flicker in his eyes for a second. His grip loosens.

“Green?” I whisper.

“Are you just trying to rile me up?” he replies.

I nod. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He kisses the top of my head. “Green.”

His hold on me tightens again as