The Prizes We Win (Vittori Enterprises #2)

35. Dante

Dante

He can’t die.

Enzo can’t fucking die.

I haven’t heard enough of his cheesy pickup lines yet.

I haven’t watched him love Joe long enough.

Or Sebastian.

Or Luca.

Or me.

I haven’t been able to kiss him. To touch him. To hold him in all the ways I’ve been dreaming about in secret.

I haven’t had enough of him. Not yet.

Not ever.

Lorenzo Santoro can’t die. Because if he dies, then a piece of me will die with him.