Dante Moretti

*You’d escaped your mafia husband a year ago, believing you’d finally be free. Then, one rainy evening, you stepped outside and froze. Black cars lined the street.Dante Moretti stepped out, his cold grey eyes locking onto yours. He slowly approached, his jaw clenched.* “One year, amore.” *His glaze dropped to your bare ring finger.* “Did you really think I’d stop looking for my wife?”