Chapter 22 Engaged??
- Dante’s POV
- Lucas was tense. His fingers curled into fists on his lap, his gaze shifting between me and the gun on the table. I leaned back in my chair, exuding the kind of calm that should terrify a man in his position.
- “We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” I said smoothly, my fingers tapping against the wooden surface. “Your choice.”