Irreversible Pride

Dante

The weight of the whiskey glass in my hand did nothing to soothe the irritation eating away at my chest. I sat in the dimly lit lounge of our mansion, my jaw set as Cassian and Marcello spoke in low tones before me.

"She what?" I finally asked, my voice harsher than I intended.

The De Leone informant, one of Vittoria's father's men, stood several feet away, squirming under my glare. He swall