“Where’s Dante going?”
“He’s going to take over my job tonight. I’m your protection.”
The fighting side of me can’t stay quiet as he puts the car into drive as he pulls away from the club.
“Who said I need or want your protection?”
He chuckles. “Your lips two minutes ago. Now be quiet for a minute, I need to call Bash.”
“Don’t tell me to be quiet, asshole.”
He glares at me as he pulls his phone out and puts it to his ear. “Hey, I left Dante with Matteo and Enzo. I had an issue arise I needed to take care of.”
“Jerk, I’m not an issue.”
He growls, but otherwise remains quiet.
“I told them she could have one more hour; then they needed to take her back to your mother’s. I also had Dante call and add three more guards on her in the club.”
“Poor Greer. You guys treat her as if she’s a child. She’s an adult. Let her live her life!”
“Would you be quiet for five fucking minutes, Isabella? Fuck.” He sighs. “Yeah, I have my hands full. I’m going to take her home and watch her. Call me if you need me to go assist with Greer.” He pulls the phone away from his ear and throws it into the center console.
“How much trouble are you in with Bash for leaving his precious little princess at the club alone?”
“She’s not alone. She always has three guards with her that she knows about and another seven around the club keeping their eyes on her. We even have one of the guy’s girlfriends in the group of girls she’s dancing with. Trust me, she’s well protected.”
I cluck my tongue at him. “Naïve boy. If she wants trouble, she will find it. Trust me.”
“Just like the trouble you were getting into tonight? Did you even know the man you were dry humping on the dance floor?”
I punch him in his arm. “I was not dry humping anyone. I was dancing, and he tried taking liberties that I did not agree with. I stopped him as soon as he attempted to take those liberties.”
Gio slams on the brakes. I barely catch myself from hitting the dash as the seat belt digs into my shoulder.
“What the fuck!”
I look over and find Gio fuming.
“He touched you without your permission?” His quiet voice sounds calm, but his body shows the anger radiating from him.
“I didn’t say that. I can take care of myself, Gio. Seriously, I’m fine. Can you just drive? I’m ready to go home.”
He huffs before grabbing his phone and typing out a text. Horns blare around us, but he ignores them all. After finishing his texts, he puts his phone in the cupholder before continuing to drive.
I lay my head against the window as we ride in silence. As the city flies by, I notice we’re heading away from my home instead of toward it.
“Where are we going, Gio? You know where I live, right?”
“Of course I do. We aren’t going to your place.”
A ping of worry starts to creep up inside me.
Don’t trust anyone.Dante’s warning blares in my head.
“Listen, I’m sorry I was so difficult tonight. Just take me home, and I promise I will behave.”
He chuckles but doesn’t respond.
