“If you touch her, Lorenzo, there won’t be enough of you left to bury,” Dante said.

He ended the call without waiting for a reply.

He threw the phone onto the leather couch.

“We need to go,” I said, my voice shaking. “I need to get Lily right now.”

“Victor is already sending a car to your building,” Dante said.

“No, not your men,” I said, stepping back from him. “I am leaving. I quit.”

I grabbed my wool coat from the chair.

“I cannot do this anymore, Dante. I cannot have my daughter in danger because of your world.”

“It is too late for that, Sophia,” Dante said.

He stepped into my path, his large frame blocking the door.

“What do you mean it’s too late?” I asked, my heart hammering against my ribs.

“Lorenzo knows about you,” he said.

“He thinks you are my weakness.”

“I am not your weakness,” I whispered. “I am just a dancer. I am nothing to you.”

Dante looked down at me, his dark eyes intense.

“He doesn’t see it that way,” Dante said. “And neither do I.”