My father hesitates for a second before a sick smile twists across his face. “That’s the problem with you, Viviana. You’re always lying to me. It makes it impossible to trust you.”
“You can trust me on this! If you let Dante go, I won’t hurt you.”
“What about your husband?” He eyes Mikhail nervously. “Can you guarantee that?”
Mikhail doesn’t turn to look at me. He’s laser-focused on my father’s hands around our son’s neck.
My father just shot one of Mikhail’s best friends in the chest and is now holding his son hostage. There’s no saying what kind of hell Mikhail has planned for him.
I dodge the question. “We just want Dante safe.”
“In that case—” He takes a step backward, dragging Dante’s much-shorter legs across the cement. “You won’t mind if I take Dante with me and dump him a blo
