Callous Desire (New York Underworld #4)

Chapter Fourteen

Dante

Tatiana doesn’t say a word on the way back to the house. The tears she quietly sheds next to me in the back of the car must be tears of regret. I bet she wishes she never ran into me outside their condo on the day she did, the very same day her father told her who she’d marry.

Bumping into her was a coincidence. I like to think of it as fate. But the reason I was in her neighborhood wasn’t. I was there for her, intent on stalking her until I got my way. One way or another, I was always going to make her mine.