Elena Vitiello POV:
Dante stepped out of the shadows, his massive frame dominating the room.
He didn't draw a weapon. He didn't yell. He merely raised his hands and slowly, methodically adjusted his silver cufflinks. It was a chilling habit, a physical tell that meant he was about to deliver a death sentence.
He walked over and stood directly above Luca. He looked down at the sobbing, broken man on the floor. Dante’s eyes held no anger. He looked at Luca the way a man looks at an annoying insect on the pavement.
That look of absolute, untouchable dismissal did more damage to Luca’s pride than a bullet ever could.
Luca trembled, slowly lifting his head to meet Dante’s gaze. His face paled as he felt his soul being shredded by the sheer weight of Dante’s power.
Dante reached into the inner breast pocket of his tailored suit. He pulled out a small, square black velvet box.
He didn't spare Luca another glance. He turned his back on the trash on the floor and faced me.
The icy, lethal aura surrounding Dante vanished instantly. His black eyes softened, filling with a heavy, burning reverence that stole the breath from my lungs.
Dante dropped to one knee right in front of me.
He flipped the black box open.
Resting against the dark velvet was a massive pigeon-blood ruby ring, surrounded by flawless diamonds. It caught the light of the crystal chandeliers, reflecting a deep, mesmerizing, and terrifyingly beautiful red glow. It was a priceless artifact, the ultimate symbol of the New York Outfit’s Queen.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Luca freeze. His jaw dropped. His trembling hand instinctively moved to his pocket, gripping the box that held the cheap, generic diamond he had bought.
The staggering chasm in wealth, power, and devotion hit Luca like a physical blow to the face.
Dante reached out and gently took my left hand. His thumb brushed over my knuckles. With steady, deliberate pressure, he slid the heavy ruby ring onto my ring finger.
I didn't pull away. I looked down at the blood-red stone, accepting the weight of my new life.
Dante stood up. He brought my hand to his lips and pressed a warm, firm kiss against my knuckles.
He slowly turned his head, looking back at the two men bleeding on the carpet.
His voice boomed through the empty restaurant, a low, terrifying rumble that commanded total obedience.
"She is Moretti now."
It was a declaration of war. It was an absolute, impenetrable shield placed around me.
Luca’s mind snapped. The last pillar holding up his sanity crumbled into dust.
He shook his head frantically, his eyes rolling. "No," he whined, a pathetic, high-pitched sound. "No, no..."
Dante looked at him like he was looking at a corpse. He didn't even raise his voice when he gave the order.
"Throw this garbage back into the rain."
The bodyguards moved instantly. Two massive men grabbed Luca by his armpits, hauling him off the floor with brutal force. They dragged him backward toward the entrance.
Another guard grabbed Matteo by the collar of his suit. He dragged him like a dead dog, Matteo’s broken prosthetic leg scraping a harsh, ugly line across the pristine carpet. Matteo was in too much pain to even scream.
As Luca was dragged away, he twisted his neck wildly, trying to lock eyes with me one last time. He wanted me to look at him. He wanted me to care.
I didn't even give him a passing glance. I kept my eyes lowered, calmly admiring the way the light caught the facets of my new ruby ring.
The heavy glass doors were shoved open. The freezing wind and driving rain howled into the warm restaurant.
The guards swung their arms and threw Luca and Matteo out into the storm. They hit the flooded pavement hard.
The glass doors slammed shut, locking with a heavy click.
They were outside in the cold, dark mud. I was inside, bathed in light and power.
Through the thick glass, I saw Luca slam his fists into the puddles, throwing his head back in the rain.
"No! She's mine! She's mine!"
