Dante's men glanced at the woman standing beside Derek Lee. They had thought their boss might have been overreacting, but to their surprise, Miss Wesley was really here.
Dante shot a cold look at the man who had spoken, then let out a low, contemptuous laugh. There was no warmth in his eyes.
"And what are you supposed to be? You think you get to lecture me?"
His dark gaze slid to Bonnie, settling on the hand she held in Derek's. His eyes narrowed, and a mocking smile touched his lips.
"If I hadn't forced her, then tell me, whose side is she on now?"
If he hadn't used pressure, she wouldn't have agreed to meet him at all, let alone anything beyond that.
Derek's men exchanged uneasy glances. The man standing before them wasn't just irrational. He was completely unhinged. As they watched Dante's people close in, cold sweat prickled at the back of their necks.
A love rival was one thing.
A love rival with wealth, power, and a touch of madness was something else entirely.
