Chapter 24

• Dante
• Leona disappears into Inferno, but I don’t move. I stay where I am, leaning against my car, letting a slow, satisfied smile curve across my lips. Fuck. Leona is a fucking problem, damn. She is really something else.
• Most women—hell, any woman would’ve melted at my offer. They would’ve stumbled over their words, flattered, tempted. But she didn’t, was 2 million dollars two small for her? My lips twitched, a quiet chuckle rumbling in my chest.