Marie's POV
Dante's voice rang through the room, loud and sharp
"This is bullshit!"
He was already halfway to the door when I saw his hand move behind his back.
No.
I knew what that meant. I saw the tip of the gun even before he touched it. Why would he bring a gun to another man's house?! It couldn't happen here. Not like this.
He turned and stared at Mancini, with his hand still behind his back.
"Dante!" I called, stepping forward, my voice shaking more than I wanted it to.
He looked at me.
"I don't believe any of this, Marie. You've got to come home," he said.
"Dante, please," I said again. "Let me talk to you," I added quickly.
"We are talking," he said.
"No, in private," I said. I turned to look at Mancini, and he nodded in approval. I knew he sat there like nothing was happening, and he wasn't upset, but I'm sure he noticed that Dante was about to pull a gun too. Knowing Mancini, he would be very upset when everyone left.
