Dangerous Habits

Dante

The ride home was subdued, the city streets still waking up as the glow of the early morning crept over the skyline. My mind stayed on Vittoria—her expression when she told me to take care of myself, the way she asked me to dinner as if it were a habit, something normal.

It was dangerous, how easy I liked it. How much I wanted.

I drove onto De Leone land, the gates shrieking as they swung op