Dante Vitale was not a man people approached without a reason, and certainly not a man they ordered around.
At thirty-one, he had become one of the most powerful men in Italy, commanding a criminal empire that stretched beyond the country's borders. His wealth was incomprehensible, his influence reached into rooms ordinary people would never enter, and his surname carried a warning that required no explanation. Politicians answered his calls. Businessmen negotiated on their knees without ever touching the floor. Men who had spent their entire lives believing themselves untouchable learned to lower their voices in his presence.
Dante possessed the kind of beauty that made people look twice and regret staring a third time. Jet-black hair, icy grey-blue eyes, a sharp jaw, and a face that revealed absolutely nothing. He wore tailored suits, expensive watches, and the same cold expression whether signing a billion-euro agreement or deciding the fate of a man who had betrayed him.
He was a creature of discipline. He disliked incompetence, despised unnecessary noise, and considered emotional outbursts a particularly irritating form of weakness. His time was expensive, his patience limited, and his attention something most people spent years trying to earn.
Romance had never interested him enough to disrupt his carefully controlled existence. Women knew his name, wanted his attention, and frequently mistook his politeness for an invitation. None had managed to make him lose his composure.
Then one ridiculous telephone call interrupted an otherwise ordinary evening.
The caller was a spoiled heiress with more money than common sense, a reputation for trouble, and absolutely no idea whose number she had dialed. She had apparently decided that Dante Vitale was her personal emergency service—and she was not particularly impressed by his initial lack of enthusiasm.
For the first time in years, Dante encountered someone who spoke to him without fear, respect, or even the slightest understanding of his importance.
He should have hung up.
He should have forgotten the entire incident.
Instead, he found himself heading to a police station in the middle of the night to collect a stranger who had apparently mistaken Italy's most dangerous man for one of her friends.
Dante Vitale had built an empire by anticipating every possible outcome.
Unfortunately for him, the most unpredictable person in Italy had just acquired his telephone number.
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