Battle of Wills

POV: Vittoria

I stepped away from Dante De Leone, creating much-needed physical distance between us. My heart hammered a frantic, irregular rhythm against my ribs. It did not race from a place of fear or intimidation. I felt a deep, burning anger. Dante possessed the sheer arrogance to believe he could effortlessly command me. He thought a rough touch and a superior smirk would make me crumble be