Dante’s POV
Erica lay down beside me and she that her back to me. I tried to touch her but she shrugged me away.
“Erica?”
I touched her again but her response was still the same.
Soon I heard sobbing and her body began to tremble.
“Erica, please talk to me.”
She stopped crying for a moment and turned to me. Her eyes were red and the tears made her look even worse.
“You shouldn’t have brought me here. You should have let me leave your office when I had the chance.”
I looked at her in disbelief. After everything that he had together, she was still mad at me?
“What are talking about?”
“You know very well what I am talking about! You should have let me go. Why can’t you let me go?! Why do you keep trapping me in this endless loop of emotions? I don’t want to be like this anymore!”
I looked at her stunned. After all the sex we had, she still spoke to me like this?
“What is your problem? What can I do to show you that I love you?”
“Nothing, Dante. The time to show me that you loved me passed six years ago. I don’t even know why I am still here with you.”
She got up angrily and began to gather her clothes.
“Erica?”
I tried to grab her but she moved away and began dressing up.
No. I wasn’t going to let her leave. She wasn’t going to go back to him.
I grabbed my boxers and pulled them on.
Erica had already pulled her top and skirt on. She was fast.
“Erica stop this!”
“Don’t come near me, Dante!”
She grabbed her bag that lay on the floor and began to throw the contents of it back in.
Her face was furious. I had never seen her so angry.
There was one time. The time she fought with my sister and turned it into her large and monstrous wolf.
I stayed away from her. I felt her anger burn hot and I knew that it was a bad idea to approach her.
“Erica, please wait and listen to me.”
“No. I have had enough of listening to you. It was a mistake for me to have come here in the first place. I should have just stayed home.”
Tears began to stream down her face again. She slung her bag over her shoulder. My heart began to race.
No. She couldn’t go. If she did, I wasn’t even sure when I would see her again.
I rushed up to her and grabbed her. I felt her strength burst through and she pushed me violently. I wasn’t at all prepared for it and I was hurtled backward and slammed into the wall.
“Don’t touch me! I warned you, Dante!”
I got off the ground and groaned in pain. I saw the remorse in her eyes but she didn’t come to my aid or apologize.
“Goodbye Dante. Forget that any of this ever happened.”
She stormed out and slammed the door behind her.
I considered running after her but my throbbing shoulder said otherwise. Fuck! Was it dislocated?
I massaged it and hurried to the window. I was just in time to see Erica storm out of my house and head towards the gate.
The guards saw her and they didn’t hesitate to open the gate to let her out.
I hissed angrily. Idiots! I didn’t give them those orders.
It happened like magic. A cab pulled up and she zoomed off.
I watched her leave and I was filled with hate and anger.
I was massaging my shoulder and cursing under my breath. This was all his fault.
Lorenzo!
I slammed my fist into the wall.
He proposed to her?! When did this happen?! How? Why?
I was pacing around the room angrily. My wolf was agitated and angry. That damned assassin! He did this! He allowed all of this to happen and now, she was getting married to him.
“Where the fuck is my phone?!”
I searched around frantically for my phone and found it on the dressing table, slightly covered by my shirt.
I grabbed it and dialed his number. I was on my own on this. Robert wanted no part in it.
The phone rang for a while but there was no answer.
I cursed under my breath. That bastard had better not have run away with my money.
I called again and paced angrily around my room.
“Pick up, you fool! Pick up!”
The call connected and I didn’t even wait to hear his boy and began yelling at him.
“I paid you to do a job and all you have been doing is laying around! Lorenzo is still alive! And now, he’s getting married to Erica!”
My blood has reached a boiling point but the bastard was in no rush to answer me.
I heard the irritable sound of chewing. Was he eating?
“You are interrupting my lunch, Mr. Dante. Can’t this delightful discussion wait till I am done? It is rude and bad table manners to eat and talk at the same time.”
“No, you bastard! This can’t wait!”
“Language, Mr. Dante. I am sure you are more well-mannered than that.”
The mockery in his voice nearly tipped me over the edge. What kind of assassin did I hire? Why couldn’t he do his job?
“I hired you to kill Lorenzo but you wasted so much time and now, she’s getting married to Lorenzo!”
He chuckled lightly.
“They are getting married? That’s great. Congratulations to them. I assume that you will be going to the wedding?”
I felt like I nearly popped a blood vessel in my head. My rage was at its limits and it was about to burst out.
“There will be no wedding and you will make sure of it. I paid you good money to kill that man and I expect that you get the work done or else…”
“Or else what, Mr. Dante?”
The brazenness of his voice threw me off guard. How dare he talk to me so fearlessly. I was the Alpha of this pack.
“You seem to be very quiet, Mr. Dante. I believe I asked a question. Or rather, I would like that you finish your statement.”
I growled but the bastard over the phone didn’t say anything. He was dancing all over my toes and he didn’t give a damn about it.
“I guess you have nothing to say and it is not difficult to see why. I am an assassin, Mr. Dante. I am a ghost to society. You will find no record of me. I could choose to make away with your money and you won’t do a damn thing about it, because, there is really nothing that you can do. It is a miracle that you call me and I even pick up your calls.”
His voice became deeper and more threatening. I listened angrily. I had never felt my pride more hurt in my life.
“Now, on that note, I will get Lorenzo killed. I am determined to finish the job and get my full pay. But I will do it at the right time when there is nothing that will trace his death to you or me. So stop calling me and whining about it like a little kid.”
The line went dead and I was left in my room alone. My anger from the call was still bubbling hot and I nearly tossed my phone across the room.
I left it on the bed and headed to my wine cabinet. I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured myself a shot.
I drank angrily as I remembered Lorenzo and that bastard assassin.
“He had better keep to his word…”